April 9, 2008
by Andrew Lovatt
In the old days, when feet walked real earth and kicked up dust, the spores rose in the air and got sucked in through our noses. The image changed under the influence of another sense; became informed by a contrary or complimentary message. But it didn’t last long. The possiblity of escaping the tyranny of images faded. We are grown to love the image. Open our eyes and be in wonder. Close them and dream images in even more vivid color. We look for a richness. We are hungry for something unspoken, unseen. We seek. An image arises. Fades into another. We are always on the road of hunger. Have forgotten so many millions of images. Yet some become our familiars; treasured icons of our hungry yearning. A mirage in our journey. An oasis in the desert of our vision. We are starved the moment we are born. Image. See. Look. We go on. Put our faith in finding the big meal. The image that will marry us to our desire forever. We wish to be owned by our image. We wish to belong.
Excerpt from The Hungry Image, an argument in progress.