The outskirts, early Sunday morning. It's the best time to visit because it's incredibly peaceful. I drove my car along the winding roads slowly, absorbing everything around me. I stopped a few times to get out and take pictures, and only one guy in a pickup truck asked me if I was okay. When I'm alone out there, I'm able to stare blankly at the canvas, as it were. I see a winding path, a weird piece of farm equipment, a flock of birds. And I just stare. And when it's right, I click. I see a pretty tree all alone in a field. And I just stare. And then I click. And while I'm standing there blankly staring, I'm actually feeling and thinking a whole range of things. Like, "Are those cows symmetrical enough," or "Am I leaving enough sky around those tree branches?" "Is this beautiful, or is this boring?" I used to think it was boring, but I wasn't allowing myself to see it as art. And now I do.
19 method press
Published on Apr 13, 2011
The debut issue of Method Press. Method press is an independent art-filled quarterly celebrating low-fi thinkers. If you would like order yo...