The impulse behind LIFE EVERLASTING: I have a friend who is afraid of dying. That is, he says he doesn’t want to think about death, about it happening to him. But I think he’s thinking about it all the time. I know I am. (It’s kind of a big deal in our lives. One of the biggest.)
I look around; I see it happening continually. And it’s beautiful. Atoms miraculously coalesce into creatures and with death they transform into others.
This project began when I stumbled upon the scene of the deer. Though the setting was an urban preserve, there were no human tracks nearby–only those of coyotes. Shocked into awareness, I began to stumble upon other scenes with the same story-telling poignance, waiting to be read. A number of these pictures were found by chance a few steps from my door. Now, I seek them.
Perhaps my full-of-dread friend is thinking about himself as something other than a physical being. That’s a good thing to do. But maybe it’s not so good to forget he’s a physical being. He’s using the stuff he’s made of for a while, and then he’s going to let it be put to good use by other fellows. He’s an enthusiastic actor in the unending stream of life. He can take joy in that.
I tell my friend not to fret so much. I ask him to consider how he handled oblivion the day before he was conceived. He did fine. And he’ll handle it just as well the day after he dies.
Kevin’s work Chattel, is currently featured in aCurator.BACK TO PHOTO