Monday, September 22, 2014

Accidental Art (read me!)




I decided to bike up Provo Canyon to Bridal Veil Falls and encountered a lot of accidental art. My favorite discovery was this shorn shrubbery bursting out of the boards of an old bridge at the Falls. 

I thought about how this came to be, and the story that unfolded in my mind was one of determination and stubborn obstinacy. By comparing the boards that this shrub has grown between to the ones adjacent we can deduce that the shrub slowly and stubbornly wedged these boards apart in an effort to reach sunlight and continue existing. 

You poor thing. You probably began as a discarded seed that had the misfortune of falling beneath this behemoth of a bridge. It must have been so dark down there that you near starved for lack of sunshine. But you persisted. Regardless of this obstacle, or in sheer spite of it, you grew. Up you went, towards the only crack of light that warmed your feeble little leaves.... until... FINALLY!... Your greenery brimmed over the top of the small crack. After months of deprivation you feasted on the light that blazed around you, you drank it all in and didn't stop for anything; thrusting up more shoots, burying your roots deeper into the heart of the earth as if to say, "just try to keep the sun away from me now!", and ignoring the morbidity of the action you pushed at the aged bones of trees long since hewed down. You pushed, and you pushed some more - and this was about when misfortune once more befell you. You grew, alright, but you grew too well. Noticed by passersby, they felt that you obstructed their view. No, it didn't matter to them what a struggle it was for you to flourish so much, because they wanted to see the waterfall and you were in their way. So in a moment of bloody-minded barbarism you were savagely hewn down with sharp metal tools; and your roots bursting through the boards were left as the only remnant of your determination, the only evidence of the wanton violence enacted that sad day that you stopped feeling the sunshine on your leaves.

You are remembered. little shrub. 









2 comments:

  1. I love how you gave this piece of art a story.

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  2. I love that when we look at things with a different eye almost anything can be artistic and beautiful. Great post!

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