CELEBRITY IMPERSONATOR VISITS NEW HAMPSHIRE'S ANCIENT STONE HEAD
I've been fiddling with a few ideas of likeness and approximate likeness for an up coming portrait show. In researching for this project I found many human forms pointed out in the cliffs and horizon lines of the country. Many of these are a source of regional pride for the people who live near them but none so much as New Hampshire's Old Man of the Mountain.
It's amazing that New Hampshire has built such a large part of their state identity on seeing faces in the landscape. His image appears on the state coin and an endless number of souvenirs. So sad to learn that the Old Man collapsed three years ago due to the freezing and thawing in the cracks behind his forehead. I like to think that ugly new faces appeared in the dust cloud as he fell.
Wow!
I am from NH--can I buy this from you, for real?? If you're on UrHo then we have mutual friends.
I am pumped on this
Stewart
see:
http://www.neverendingstory.com/images/Image047.jpg
THE ROCK EATER IS STUCK IN NEW HAMPSHIRE!
FOREVERRRRRRR.
dear god this is beautiful... such silent contemplation.
This beauty makes me pine for the Adirondacks.
Anyone else consider the odd timing of the Man in the Mountain's recent demise via erosion just the slightest bit eerie? I mean when you really stop to consider the actual age of any geologic formation as it relates to our own seemingly "here today, gone tomorrow" narrow human perspective/understanding of the concept of time?
When contrasting the human experience to that of an igneous rock formation -- pushed to the surface by volcanic activity, dormant by ions upon epochs -- and ultimately carved into rough human resemblance by glaciers predating continental drift... Our very oh so significant existence is delineated to that of some squirming maggot on a grazing cow's ass in some roadside field you pass by at 70mph.
In other words, what are the chances of the Man in the Mountain calling it a day and going off to meet Elvis, at the very same time his image is being stamped by condemned men onto license plates, minted by the money changers in Washington DC onto quarter dollars, and gracing the glossy pages of every EMS, REI, LL Bean, and like-minded merchandise catalog in New England?
As far as the NH Chamber of Commerce is concerned -- given the aforementioned analogy of time, the "Old Man's" recent death is pretty much the functional equivalent of being struck and killed by lightning the moment you hit the Powerball Jackpot.