Meditation on McLuhan's observation that as a technology is rendered 'obsolete' a nostalgia grows over its forms. Almost like a pearl. Yet probably it is just a yearning for a mastery that the former users may have lost in the technologies passing from the main stream into an eddy of specialized usage. Yet to still recognize the symbols of its usage, calls on our memories. Will their associated meanings too be lost in the whirlpools of the edges of time? Do paintings keep them alive, or simply embody them in an amber for the knowing to recognize? Does art only speak to the choir?
© GAMcCullough 2015