Cheez-it Manhattan

One wonders every time one sits down to post, why this image? There is a considerable element of fear involved, and the attendant self-doubt. One questions one's motivation. One wonders if one, in pursuit of some goal that one can never really define and so cannot ever really achieve, one is merely becoming decadent. One has looked at an entire gallery of images and then selected and then pulled one off the screen because, one asserts inwardly, to oneself, it has something unique to communicate. But what if, what if, one thinks in the darkest recesses of one's soul, what if one is simply being clever or coy? What if one is totally washed over in self-reference and no longer searching the true search of the artist ... the search for meaning that connects the moment with eternity, the self with the multitude, the here with the everywhere. Here we have a Manhattan with three glass vases, the boxes of cheez-its facing back forward, and one box of cheez-its in the farthest rank, facing forward, barely visible behind the rest. Does it have meaning, or is it merely formal structure, posing as art? One fears. One doubts. One never knows.