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ARTIST'S STATEMENT
Many years ago, I read a short story about a group of men in the deep south who were sitting in a barn and passing a mason jar of moonshine back and forth. Occasionally, one would speak, if moved to do so.
One of the men, however, had his back to the group and was sitting on an over-turned wooden box, peering through a hole in the barn wall. The others asked him what he was looking at, but he could not explain. Eventually, the men demanded to share the box and so they took turns looking through the hole in the barn wall. When one would appear to linger too long, another would shoulder him aside.
At times when I look through the view finder of my camera, I understand the firm hold that hole in the wall had on those men. The small window of the view finder invites one to truly look at things that may appear mundane when hot seen through the small frame which sometimes makes details such as the bend of a branch or the shadow on an old weathered wall a thing of beauty and wonder.
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