Featured Artist Dean Wenick
Lost in Time...
Photographs by Dean Wenick
Lost in Time but Always Relevant
Pete Milosovich © 2011
Mother nature represents the macrocosm of incredible activity and unquenchable might, battered and bruised from years of abuse, yet she remains forever unwilling to hide behind the veil of ideological deception that conceals the true nature of our existence. Humanity remains completely dependent on her indifferent often hostile embrace, yet in many quarters she remains humiliated, and degraded. If only the prick from a thorny rose stem could forever remind us of the true meaning of love, beauty, and pain. How we choose to exist in this world of lighting fast information depends on what we are willing to believe, while truth remains ever elusive.
Can we ever truly achieve a state of equilibrium?
This measure of how we could live, when our existence transforms into interchangeable avenues of discourse and commerce, fulfilling the needs of the next revolution to become fully interdependent with our dear earth mother, but without the wickedness our father continues to wield…genocide. Even in the seemingly balanced world of careful negotiations, when articulation of meaning emerges from the masterful images captured by Dean Wenick, our world remains a complicated paradox. We become forced through our inherent nature to interpret and reinterpret what it all means over and over again. Yet in giving our lives meaning we can still enter a dream that captures a reality once removed from the urban maze that reduces so many of us to insignificance.
In “My Side of the Canal” Mr. Wenick seeks to define time and place with an approach that remains all-inclusive. Living and breathing, existing on the canal populated by the intersection of the mundane and mother nature creates divergent paths that define a place encroached on all sides by human history. The carefully orchestrated images shot by Mr. Wenick exemplify a broader need to articulate where we live, but in a unique microcosm where streams of life along with hardened cracks of artifice converge. Industry, wildlife, and the human occupants that depend on the canal facilitate something vibrant indeed, perhaps the song of the human race as it seeks to strike a balance for future histories to come.
We may become compelled by an incident, or the moment when something unusual takes place, but without the ability to recreate, everything becomes filed as a memory that dissipates in time. The record becomes irretrievably lost in the maelstrom of so many minds, or stored away in digital streams of make believe egos…like my own. Without the vital image to validate our existence all is lost. The masterful can push an image, seeking a balance like Mr. Wenick as he softens the blow from so much ‘clutter’ that demands transformation in our current era. Arguments that have been made since the birth of civilization only to become multiplied in complexity as humanity develops new methods to exploit the world we live in. Mr. Wenick’s inscrutable documentation points to measures few will undertake, but so many of us rely on to articulate; breathing life into the broader significance of our disparate communities…
as extensions of ourselves.