The dappled light coming through the trees slashed across the surface of the wall in a manner that reminded me of the canvases of Clyfford Still. With that notion flickering in the back of my mind, I composed and recorded an image, but only a single exposure because I didn't think the photograph was going to 'work'. But when I converted it to monochrome, I found myself liking the image more and more. I can't find any evidence that Still's marks were directly inspired by nature, but perhaps the influence goes the other way around. Maybe the slash of white is a kind of life line creeping into my photographs?
