The Mysterious Object
When I first saw this image on my camera roll, I couldn’t remember how it got there. I couldn’t remember where it was, why I had decided to point and shoot, or whether it was just an accidental capture of a mystifying object while I was trying to photograph something else. I had a dream and I was walking on this beach and then I suddenly saw this mysterious icon and so I starte d walking toward it. It was night. And while I was walking toward it (I was a long ways away) I saw some young people all dressed in black and they painted the object with white and blue and green and black and all of this painting seemed as if it were perfectly choreographed. Like they had done this painting of this object hundreds of times. Or maybe they had practiced this 100 times. The work was dance-like, a choreography so specific and intentional that the weight of what they were doing, what they were saying felt so much more important. (If indeed they were saying anything. And just as I got close en...
