A Mind of Winter

The title of this exhibition comes from a Wallace Stevens’ poem about the need to become the thing that you are describing in order to understand it. Inspired by this approach, I made landscape photographs in Maine and Massachusetts that embody both a view and vision of winter.

The Snowman, Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.