Is life mere machine, rooted only in biochemistry?
Is mind mere illusion and “all in your head”?
Is there really no ultimate context in which reality is grounded?
Is not machinery meaningless, and the modern world demystified to death?
I am reminded of the words of the Christ: “I am the vine, you are the branches… apart from me, you can do nothing.”
Another “Found Still Life,” these seem almost mummified, hanging on, but of course lifeless.
The color version is creepier:
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What the camera saw:
For the color version, I did crank up the colors that were there.
I know these have been “rootless” for a long time, because I cut the vines myself. It’s been at least a year, and I think more than that.