Every moment contains some echo of the past, rippling forward with lessening vigour, until it is but a whisper to those who would listen. I hear these whispers of the past - the echos of the sunny day when this screen door was new and freshly hewn, the functional exemplar of its form. What days passed, what weeds grew, what attentions wandered in the interim, I sculpt with imagination, filling the blanks with a loving brushstroke. Others might seek a different tale, each according to their desire, and therein lies one of the Great Mysteries of Art.Photo: Seen better days, ©2010 Timothy A. Sandstrom
