a challenge of the close-up
while going to a shop for my daily bread, I suddenly stopped, took my camera and aimed it at what was lying underfoot. The picture shake me. What was just a handful of the dirty snow became the awesome sculpture at the close-up. I recognized a hint to the portrait in it, and thus was seated back into awe towards the view.
It shames me to say it, but I turn in red for my own actions then. Just think. While I heartily rejoiced at the symbolism of the recognized shapes, lots of people were passing by. Meanwhile I had no time to welcome anybody because I was so involved in my arts… Thus there is no wonder for the picture appeared cold in spite of the whiteness of the snow .
The more I look at this shot the more it speaks to me. What a story from the underfoot. The air was full with the longing for the Hello!, yet I heard no welcome messages then. There were nobody to fire up the lights – even my own best intentions were swallowed by the admiration at the symbols of the snow figures. Therefore the beauty appeared the cold… I have no right to blame what I face at a moment on anybody.
The picture helped me to awake and thus the artwork made these sad musing the safety-belt to crossing the ocean of the despair.
