Twisted Vine in Black
With apologies to Bob Dylan, whose tangled tune was blue, not black.
Blue, black; it doesn’t matter really.
Tangled up-ness comes in any hue you like, as long as it is saturnine.
Any shape or form too, as long as it seems impossible to get through.
It mixes and matches to every sort of person quite nicely.
Think of it as Ikea for the dark night of the soul…
“Sentenced to drift far away now
nothing is quite what it seems
sometimes entangled
in your own dreams “
– ‘Entangled’,Genesis (1976)
I listened to this old prog rock song for the first time in years in the last week, and took the photograph about the same time.
I am not sure whether the song and its lyrics influenced the shot, but certainly not consciously.Maybe though at some weird unconscious level in the way that music does,evoking a mood or place.
The album the number comes from was one of the first I ever purchased .I drift back in time and see myself as a geeky 14 year old reading the lyrics intently from the beautiful cardboard gatefold cover, while the vinyl record spun on the rudimentary turntable in my bedroom. I played that disc countless times(entranced with ‘Entangled’!)
I was a bit of a dreamer as a teenager and the music took me back in an instant to my younger self.
So too the tangled tree branches in their veined pattern,to some more recent troubled and nightmarish times.
All is dream.
Ebb Then Flood 