Fields

The innate openness of fields naturally lends itself the confrontation of the viewer with their own finitude, that is to say, their own smallness. The vastness of landscape juxtaposed to the even greater vastness of the sky further strikes home the sentiment. It requires a great deal of effort to fortify in one’s mind the idea that they are the center of the universe when they are not even the center of the field they may happen to be in - and if they are in the center of said field, the point should that much stronger, given the present expanse that swallows them. Although, it is worth attending to a certain idea here that could go unsaid. That is, while we as humans are not the center of the universe or reality in one very striking sense, the truth of the matter is that we are the pinnacle of creation. It is my intention to communicate that truth in the humblest of fashions. Day six in the creation narrative was a special day, indeed, for on it God created something, or someone, in his own image. He then placed that someone in a garden, and it was very good. Although, it is not completely improbable that there were fields in or around the garden. Fields to be cultivated. Fields to plowed and tilled. Fields to frolic in and enjoy and roll around in the grass in. Fields to step in and feel simultaneously small and great in at the same time. A field is where one can be present, survey the land with care and see that there is nothing - no flora nor fauna - like him and feel a real connectedness to reality of mankind being the zenith of creation all while feeling immensely small and be challenged with his diminutive insignificance apart from subsuming the place he was meant to inhabit in the universe: an image-bearer and ambassador of his creator.