Bauldelaire wrote of having been "brushed by the wind of the wing of madness." Some memories make me likewise shudder.
This image evolved from a benign photograph of two plastic garden chairs curiously wrapped for the winter, in a tiny Himalayan village. Only after I snapped the shot did I take much note of the axe laid across the chairs, and the many rust stains on the wrapping. While finishing the image, a long-suppressed memory from my youth surfaced vividly in my mind, involving the unfathomably gruesome axe murder of a schoolmate of mine, along with her parents, while they were in their beds more than half a century ago, by her disturbed brother, who then attempted to disguise his rampage by setting their home, and the bodies, ablaze. I found myself shifting the rust tones in this image, to create "Emergency."
TITLE - "Emergency (in Memory of A. L.)"
WHERE - Dingboche, Nepal (2019)