"I say that men die as in the world beyond, but here we see them as they lie dead, and have lain for so long."
William Morris The Well at the World's End This is an incredible work of art.
The pall of melancholy, sadness, and death permeates the atmosphere from several different levels. The subject itself with its details of rust, open ports, stagnation and defeat; the surreal sky with its incredible gradient...so much emotion in a single image.
The locomotive is old, it clearly has given all that it had to give, it appears to have collapsed from exhaustion while pushing its way down the track and have been left to rot. The grass and weeds have surrounded it and trees are growing in its path. The impious have scrawled their marks on it.
The suggestion of a train following behind gives this a touch of the surreal: where was it bound? Where from? What cargo was it pulling? Was the entire consist stricken with some sort of dark incantation that left it forgotten?
The artistic use of color - or perhaps I should say non-color - only serves to further these haunting impressions. Before anyone dismisses this technique, let me tell you that as one who lives in the forests, these colors are true to life. There are several days amidst the firs where the surroundings look just like this. This is not artificial to me. Enhanced perhaps but not contrived.
And even in the midst of all this, the "Beebe Wedge" technique is still followed with the usual pleasing results. Lighting, shadows, colors, positioning, composition - at all levels this is an outstanding artistic achievement.
I have no idea how long it'd been there! i would say - years. But it disappeared lately... I don't know what happened. Oh, an by the way, I made some pictures inside, too. Here's the whole album: [link] Enjoy
hmm... If I can convince the overlords of my house to go to Poland this weekend and build up enough money for 4 plane tickets, get a passport, a new camera, and TRACK down the location of the engine, then build up enough money to restore it... I'll own an engine that's in another country.
i love to see works that get your brain going... like this makes you think of 'what will our world look like when we disappear one day?' we have so many things and we take them for granted... but like our own flesh, everything goes back into the earth...
it's so inspiring i may write a poem based on this idea?