Art: Archives 2007-2010

I’m not sure I understand the way that light falls through trees. When the wind blows the leaves shiver and shake, as if any second the whole thing is going to fly away, ripping its roots out of the ground and fluttering off to some new place. There is an energy there. But the light! The light gets filtered, reshaped somehow. It too quivers with the energy of the breeze, but the shadows on the ground will never seem as alive as the physical object itself. And isn’t it strange how the fullest, liveliest of trees must cast the darkest shadows?

001Death_of_Marat

003Torso

004Back

005Swallowed

006Impotent

007Spine

008Bind

009Rot

010Bed_Fall

011Under_Paint

012Comfort_Zone

017The View

015Forest Path

016Gated Garden

013Foundation

014The_Conversation

018Blanket Burial  

019Contact 

020Self Portrait 

All images © Sarah May, 2007-2014

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