Memory (of a memory) of a Dream

This is a shot I took shortly after seeing the Anselm Kiefer exhibition in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. I had never heard of Keifer before and was deeply impressed by his meditations on the nakedness of man in the face of the absurd loneliness of the human experience. One piece in particular has stuck with me ever since – The Renowned Orders of the Night. I go back to it in my mind’s eye on a regular basis, more often than just about any other work of art. I think you can see the influence in this photograph of my little borther, Grisha.