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Art runs in the family

I almost included this in my previous post, but then decided that it merited a post of it’s own. 

While I was out and about at the farm yesterday, wandering around with my camera on a cold, blustery day, I came across this:

Vine wreathThis, gentle readers, is a wreath made of the wild grape vines that have taken over the homesite of my great-grandparents. Notice the vine twining up the trunk of the tree?  It’s just everywhere. But there, resting on the branch of that small sapling, was this wreath. It was coiled by my grandfather, and probably placed here without much forethought….just a place to put it.

I like this photo for several reasons.  First, of course, because it seems so seasonal, like a Christmas celebration in nature.  But I also like it because it captures a simple human impact on a beloved site that has been reclaimed by the wildness of nature. It doesn’t undo the wildness, but rather seems to say, “Yes, Nature, you will always win out in the end, but let me just mark this spot with a sign of my passing.”

And of course, I love it because it’s the work of my grandpa.  His brother was always considered to be the artistic member of the family, working in the traditional mediums of paint and photographs.  He was the sensitive one, the musical one, the cultured one.  Grandpa, as the younger brother, seemed to live in his shadow, and took on the role of the quiet one, the strong one, the practical one, the hard-working one, the earthy one.

But as I’ve come to learn this year, he has an innate artistic talent in harmony with nature, an unpracticed and unintentional artistic mien that will never be appreciated in a gallery, hung on a wall, or lauded by the delicate tastes of the cultured crowd. 

He hung this wreath, made by his own hands, in a place where it would never be seen, for an audience that no one knows, and with his own private intentions that need no explanation.  It has no practical purpose.  It cannot be bought or sold.

It may be the truest form of art for art’s sake that I’ve ever seen.

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