The image of the light bulb has long had a starring role in my work. I am drawn back to it’s shape and symbols time and time again.
Perhaps we’ll live in a world where this type of light bulb no longer exists. However, I don’t believe the shape and symbolic meanings behind it will change. I just can’t see the florescent spiral replacing the beautiful lines and structure of this classic.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about my failures in life. I’m absolutely at a crossroad in my life path. I’ve pondered the lessons learned as well as the mistakes repeated.
This photo reminds me that even the worst failures can be turned into art. We have the power to create something from destruction. I often photograph keepsakes that have broken beyond repair or vegetables that stayed in the crisper way to long to be useful. It feels great to give another life to something that has seemingly come to the end of it’s existence.
During my time at TOSA, light bulbs became another image that I became obsessed with. When I first rented the building, there was only one light bulb on the whole second floor. In the later years, it became an almost daily chore to change light bulbs.
