Tao of Chaos

Photographers have a responsibility to take pictures of brick walls and turn them into art. Art is an expression of creativity and imagination. This is a beautiful thing. If brick walls become art, they also become beautiful.

“How beautiful?!” I say to myself as I am lying in bed gazing out the window at a brick wall. “This reminds me of a picture I once saw.”

Just when I think I’ve got life figured out, I run into a brick wall. How beautiful!!!


…by erecting straight-edged buildings that deny emotional relationship, unlike those old Greek temples that applied their sly art of proportion to trigger the visceral response of “That’s art!—not just engineering.” An increasingly “objective” society weakened its blood and clan ties, gradually moved into disposable relationships and rotating stepchildren. Lifelong loyalties watered down to a flux of solitary TV dinners, temporary residences, interchangeable acquaintances. Painting, sculpture, dance, music, drama—all boasted the message of meaningless, empty, frantic life—which itself reinforced more mechanistic separation and alienation. Literature bred its anti-heroes whose great frustration was in finding no exit from this stale horror, no relief from a bleak dis-topia stripped of its subjective frills like ethics, sentiments and ultimate meaning. –Katya Walter, Tao of Chaos