Century-old barn wood turned into wall art, great mix of modern and rustic. The high gloss white of the frame makes the grain patterns of the wood stand out.
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I love mountains and mountain art in general, they make me feel humble and connected to nature in a way that our modern lives have somewhat lost. While life is hectic, mountains just sit there, contemplative. It's not surprising that meditating while in view of a mountain or while holding the image of a mountain in our minds is a common practice across cultures. I also love the fact that the reclaimed wood used in this piece is over 100 years old, meaning it was harvested before anyone alive today was born, and the trees that these board were harvested from started growing before anyone of our grandparents was born.
In this mountain art I ended up adding the forboding black lines extending toward the mountain as if falling from the sky. I'm still grappling with what exactly this means, but the sense I get is that things fall apart. Either naturally or by malevolence, life can be characterized often by destructive forces. I get the sense the mountain may represent our long term vision for how we want to build our existence, for us individually, for our families, and our communities. It's a multigenerational project that builds and builds on top of previous work, it represents more cultural knowledge than each individual can contain.
The black stripes approaching the mountain like a meteor, to me, represent a kind of destructive force, any kind of cultural or community solvent that breaks things down. I don't see this as necessarily bad or evil, solvents that break down cultural norms so they can be recast are a consistent, often necessary part of life and that things continuously break down of their own accord and need vigilance and revitalization is a self-evident part of our reality. I get the sense that this image of the mountain rising up and coliding with the destructive force is a challenge. Is the constant destruction and necessary reinvention too much to make anything worth the effort? Or can you accept that break-down, cataclysm, toil and suffering are an inescapeable component of reality and also that constant vigiliance and long-term, multigenerational building for the sake of one's self, one's family, and one's community is still worthwhile and meaningful?