Some Perspective on Walls — Silver Leaf, Storm Clouds, and Ancient Stone
Do you find the symbolism of walls inspiring, or constrictive?
I took this picture laying in the grass in some ruins in Ireland, waiting for a storm to roll in and engulf me. I find I come back to it so often that I've decided to have it printed and gild it by hand with silver, so it can take up an entire feature wall in my home. After a lot of thought on why I love it so much, I realize it's not solely the beautiful aesthetics or the evocative memories — when I see it, my heart swells, because I connect deeply with walls.
So you're closed off? Or feel trapped?
Nothing could be further from the truth. When I look at this picture, I get the overwhelming urge to close my eyes and breathe deeply. I get caught on the edge of expecting a refreshing, cold gust to blow the deep green scent of rippling grass through my hair and into my soul. I see ancient strength; a beautiful frame for the world around me; protection and imperfection weathered with the reassuring patina of years of experience.
An anchor in uncertainty. A landmark amidst change. A base to build off of. A blank canvas.
With a wall in front of me, very rarely do I feel blocked, or contained. Maybe this is an exercise in perspective, but even with the presence of something greater and potentially impenetrable standing in my path, more often than not the result is a challenge. Inspiration. Will I scale this wall? Build it into something even more grand? Will I ornament this waiting space to reflect my being here? There is something about decorating the walls that shelter me with the walls that captivate me that makes me smile.
Back to the wall.. is the strength of the universe behind you, helping you brace the weight on your shoulders?
Sometimes, we have more control over our desperation than we're lead to believe. Should you find yourself in that position... lean back. Rest against that wall — take a moment to regain your strength and ground yourself in the knowledge that it isn't leaving, and neither are you. I can't promise it will always work, but I can tell you that the first step to breaking down walls (or building them stronger) is to really, truly see and feel them.
It is almost certain that I will never physically touch these particular walls ever again.
And yet... I'm sitting here with my fingers covered in glittering silver foil, carefully massaging glints of metallic energy into the roiling clouds of the photographs. As I hang each in its place, catching the light as I move around the house, I'm reassured that they and their symbolism will never be far from my reach.
These photos and words are my own work, inspired by travels all over this pretty blue marble of ours. I hope you like them. 🌶️
I love your writing.
Agreed! That's like poet-level writing lol
raises hand in full agreement. <3
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Absolutely beautiful, Crim. I appreciate the striking imagery and contemplation, interwoven with pure, uncomplicated wisdom.
Thank you for this well-timed, much-needed reminder. <3
Here on the coast of Oregon, I am often called to destroy walls (that need it) and replace them with new. I always feel ambivalence when I pull apart and down the faded grey cedar that gains such subtle color and texture from the savage storm winds off the sea blasting it with sand.
I have gathered up some old, suitably aged and textured boards that I intend to craft into bird and bathouses, someday....soon... LOL
I don't work much with stone, but am gathering some of that up too. I have presently some black and some white marbles and granites from countertops I await inspiration for. Opportunities will arise.
Thanks!
I know that 'ocean patina' very well. • I'm over here in Portland – where on the coast are you?
Pacific City, a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem..
I see walls (ones like these, not just walls in general) as stories. They're ruined, and that's exactly what makes them so damn beautiful. The same way we see other people who have been through a lot, usually have a lot of scars. It's the same with walls or pretty much any old architectural marvel.
It has seen time. It has lived it way longer than any of us ever will.
@crimsonclad, what a great essay on perspective. Love it! Resteemed!
Some very interesting thoughts in this article :) I have met many wo feel constricted by walls as you mentioned, but I for one have always found them quite comforting, given the situation.
Those are some beautiful shots, and I'm so jelly that you got to experience that storm!
Great Lines! I could look up n down those arch windows for ages.
I love Ireland. I have gone there several times, which is a massive mission from Australia, but so worth it because the Irish love live music, especially if you've come from the other side of the planet to play for them... (but then again, it may have just been the Didgeridoo Beatboxing!)
These pics of this place really exudes that ancient power. Transports the viewer to another time.
Great idea to frame them!
Blissful blessings and smiles
in joy
NK
So beautiful! I dream of going to Ireland. One day...