Improvements On Reality
Does this seem a sacrilege? Photographs were once like smoke or like footprints — generating a reliable sign, the source of which cannot be mistaken. Footprints mean a human or humans passed that way. There is no mystery in smoke; it transcribes flame. Our image signifies itself first — a heresy — then climbs beyond to symbolize the eternal form of the palm tree, in this instance whipped by an exotic wind. Surface reality has disappeared and something new and seemingly improved has emerged.
