At the moment I saw this photo, 16 days had passed after its appearance on the NYT to commemorate the 7th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.
Edward Ruscha, who took the picture in 1961, remembered 'forlorn and empty' financial district skyline, lamenting the city's vastness, exuberance and fast tempo of living.
'The delicious place' that Ruscha visited is vanishing away in the centre of the picture, but several seagulls are still lingering around freely. It seems that there is a kind of gravity stemming from the horizon, invisibly attracting those tiny creatures to its centre.
The kernel of that illuminating horizon is accentuated by the knowing that it's no longer there. Just when I nearly fell into a solemn and even melancholy state for the void, the scissor-gate would protrude into the vista and the space of imagination, separating the past from the presence.
The beauty of the loss, innocently young but irreversibly gone, that's what Ruscha has captured in this wonderful temporal frame. Marvelling at the impeccable composition of the photo, I can feel sheer sentiment for a lost Utopian world, nearly overflowing but wisely being contained by the scissor-gate at the foreground.
Such an implication might never be revealed at the moment it was shot. Isn't this pure apres coup effect a perfect eulogy for the ground zero?
Edward Ruscha, who took the picture in 1961, remembered 'forlorn and empty' financial district skyline, lamenting the city's vastness, exuberance and fast tempo of living.
'The delicious place' that Ruscha visited is vanishing away in the centre of the picture, but several seagulls are still lingering around freely. It seems that there is a kind of gravity stemming from the horizon, invisibly attracting those tiny creatures to its centre.
The kernel of that illuminating horizon is accentuated by the knowing that it's no longer there. Just when I nearly fell into a solemn and even melancholy state for the void, the scissor-gate would protrude into the vista and the space of imagination, separating the past from the presence.
The beauty of the loss, innocently young but irreversibly gone, that's what Ruscha has captured in this wonderful temporal frame. Marvelling at the impeccable composition of the photo, I can feel sheer sentiment for a lost Utopian world, nearly overflowing but wisely being contained by the scissor-gate at the foreground.
Such an implication might never be revealed at the moment it was shot. Isn't this pure apres coup effect a perfect eulogy for the ground zero?
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