Marsh Ruins

Decay as creative premise.

body of water surrounded with grass

Nested in cordgrass, a master work sinks. 

The artist smiles over its cracking disappearance.

Rubble is one of my primary interests, she tells us.

She imagines its rearrangement.

I mean, she adds, what might come?

There are good reasons, after all,

––and especially here, to reject nostalgia. 


The title of this post comes from this installation by American artist Beverly Buchanan, which a recent New York Times article by Siddhartha Mitter describes as a vanishing masterpiece.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

4 thoughts on “Marsh Ruins”

  1. I wonder if we (myself included) put too much emphasis on the nostalgic. Change can be a beautiful process as long as you can bring yourself to embrace the ephemeral.

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