When I first became interested in the visual arts, there were a small handful of artists I admired. Chagall, Vermeer, Goya, Rouault , Pinkham Ryder and Joseph Williamm Mallord Turner to name a few. This image, in a series of spliced photos, pays a tribute to Mr. Turner. It is said that he had himself tied to the mast of a ship caught up in stormy seas so that he could see for himself the atmospheric affects of the wind, rain and tumultuous water. It is a great story and worthy of homage.
Teasel is an invasive species that was once used by industry for its combs, the dried out husks were good for gathering cotton -I guess. This, like many other species, have been common sites for all my life. They do not look like what I imagine an invasive species to be, but what does? Gray squirrels displaced red & black ones, house sparrows displaced bluebirds. The country, even the world is a story of migration of one manner or another. Seeds, people and animals travel, it is a plain truth. Japanese knot weed fields were plentiful when I was a kid and still are. We called it bamboo , and it made an excelent playground. Getting back to the teasel, I photograph it alot. After some thought, I decided it's because its appearance reminds me of my city. Slightly dangerous with spikes and thorns, rusty, as well as somewhat spiritual with its leaves lifted upward in a kind of prayer.