Indeed, when the modern European explorer set out and saw the bounty of plentiful earth that surrounded him in the new land, the industrial boom was only a short time away, historically speaking.  The Great War sprang up and changed the face of our world culture forever.  Before long major cities of thousands were tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, man and his iron and steel set forth to build earthly temples up to the sky, large pointed fingers, (or perhaps some other appendage) monuments to our belief that we are all powerful and our terrestrial prowess was limitless.  What not to love about that sentiment!  In the far reaches of our minds, we have been blessed with a infinite range where the waves of thought lap against our imagination, the reaction a series of intricate circles spreading out like light eventually diffusing in to the deep blue abyss.  The monuments we build in our minds, temples of psyche and personality can live on forever in our the infinite, but how often do we feel the frail human body pale in comparison to the dangerous and unsuitable temporal housing of our cities and towns?

A modest cabin that develops a leak is undoubtedly a quick fix, but what about man’s urban decay, a blight and hideous aperture  where we could all slip though one day, falling into the crevasse of our own doing?  No no my friends and fellow community.  We are orchestrators of great accomplishment and massive achievement.  When we see the pass of by-gone industry, it is the same as the bulging Dahlia flowers in July that eventually turn brown and wilt in November.  The bulb that keeps industry and Dahlia’s alive through the Winter months, the bulb that contains the abyss of potential is a special gift we have in connection with the world.  Although we are only tender flesh and brittle bone on the inside, even when we may turn brown one day and proceed into the ground, we come back in a new season with new flowers of creation, perhaps even new industry.

I find the work of  Miru Kim  to be a stunning contrast of what we build and how it can feel as directly opposed towards our natural state.  The photos contain a wealth of insight and alienation, fear and confusion.  However, they also express a profound sense of our own tender state as humans.  Below are some of my favorites from her “Naked Spleen” collection:

We are so fragile and our time here limited, best to be where you feel most safe and at peace.  It is fear, alienation and aggression that is turning the world upside down in so many ways.  But there is also an infinite amount of room to be at once positive, and generously giving with your heart, spirit and soul.  Let these harsh images be reminders of all the love and understanding you have been given this year and in the past so that we can remain to be open-eyed, looking out over a stand of trees towards the horizon of our next adventure.

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