I miss pictures most. Photography died a merciful death, swift, righteous. But without the painter’s canvas, the lens’s eye, what can express fact for us? There will be only subjectivity of words in the world that comes after. What is the power of words without images? If a picture is worth a thousand words, we have lost a million tales.

Other people thought imagery was mundane. A snap shot of a morning breakfast. A picture of the cat in the same position she always lay. A picture of the grandchild today, only slightly different than yesterday. Ubiquity isn’t meaningless. Ubiquity became our story. A life told in images every day so we could never forget who we were.

What are words to this?

No more words. Please take care of my last installation. It is a tale told of our end, the only way I know how to tell it.

 

-Keeper Archive Entry: 000018578. A trove of 157 paintings were found in Albany, New York, in a private residence during a house search. Framed paintings hung in chronological order, displaying life after the Fall. The Story of The Fall, as it is now called, is cataloged and kept in the post-Fall Museum of Allentown. Depictions include items such as Tragedy, Reclamation of a Garden, and Life’s Celebration which address subject matter such as the mundane chores of gardening, and simple post Fall pastural scenes form the windows of his home. Two images were incomplete. Unknown, is a half-finished portrait of a middle-aged man with a brush in hand, in the style of The Desperate Man. Sleeping Woman, depicts a woman in a lounge chair. Many debated if she was alive or dead at the time of the composition. Monochromatic tones of the last two pieces led many to presume the artist had run out of materials.

 

Artist unknown. Added to the archive in 9 AF, painted between 1 AF and 3 AF.