Noble Rot / The Work of Peter Lippmann

I am an odd collector.  Seed pods in tubes that sprout and then rot.  Withered plants.  Mouldy books with rotten pages.  Baby bird skeletons.   Dead wasps.  Rusted parts in glass jars full of water.  Photographs of people I have never known found on the street.  Bits and pieces of falling apart something-or-others.  So to find the following images….well, one can only imagine the pleasure.

Peter Lippmann’s work gives beauty to one of our greatest and most purposefully unacknowledged fears….decay.  We toss it away, bury it, conceal it, turn our backs on it and render it as other…render it useless.  One doesn’t like to think of their own interminable journey towards the inevitable decay of the body.   Whether it happens slowly over time or quickly in sudden death, humans scramble, hysterically at times, to preserve.  We even go as far as to use make up on the dead to give them that “live” look for the supposed civilized world’s open casket ceremonies.  Yet we continue to preserve, sterilize, shrink wrap, implant, photoshop, purchase and sell youth….all to maintain the extremely obvious avoidance of decay/death.  And by doing so, we altogether miss the flawed, graceful and noble state of decay.  Peter Lippmann’s work reveals this noble state and reminds us of a very important fact.   Death is real.  It comes to everyone.  These images ask us not to avoid it, but instead look at it and see its beauty.

To me these are not just images of rotting fruit, but a thoughtful, graceful and intimate symbolic display of the human condition.

– Caitlin Boyce / © 2012

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All works posted with permission from the artist.  To see more of his work please visit his site —-> Peter Lippmann

Winter? Where? The beautiful photography of Daniel Korzhonov

Even before I moved here, the reputation of Canada’s winter preceded my experience with descriptions that teetered on a doom-like cliff of never-ending, bone cracking, ever darkening cold.  I thought I was tough.  I had handled cold blowing in from Lake Michigan to sweep across Wisconsin to my small hometown.  I had experienced the cold of Valparaiso, Indiana, it too an exposed arm for the winds of Lake Michigan to numb.  I had even experienced the windy winter on the Palouse in Idaho and its strange, other-worldly treeless landscape and never-ending frozen rolling fields of winter’s wheat.  Not to mention traveling across the states being chased by several blizzards which landed me exhausted with caffeine shakes and clenched steering wheel fingers in the strangest of places… a Denny’s at 3 a.m. in Fargo, Minnesota.  It exists.  And the movie does it absolute justice.

The descriptions have been right for the past 3 years.  But…..

Oddly, this winter, on the infamous Albertan prairies….well, winter just hasn’t come round to call.  Of course we’ve dipped into the frighteningly low range temperatures like -35 C and then add the wind chill and you get a lovely -40 C – ish feel. Yet the temperatures have vacillated wildly….heading up to a balmy +8 on Christmas Day and just this past week, in February…+6.  Drizzles of rain. Even lightning and thunder!!   And now, as I write this, it’s diving down again to reach a low of -30 C.  Last year at this time there were drifts well above 6 feet high and the sidewalks were flanked by impenetrable walls of snow that contained incredible snow forts and plenty of fun.  The ground is bare, brown and bereft of snow.  I’m not really sure what’s happening.

And then, the news of the weather across Europe.  And so, curiosity and a quest for nerdy knowledge took me traipsing across the internet in search of winter.  Because, oddly…I really miss her beauty.  So here’s a dose.  This is the work of the ever brilliant photographer Daniel Korzhonov.  These photos were taken in The Republic of Crimea…a part of Ukraine.  It lies on a peninsula stretching out from the south of Ukraine between the Black Sea and the Sea of Azov.