Artwork from Brian Barbeito (one of two)

Sideways image of raindrops on a window highlighting gray pavement and white and orange and red lights of buildings and cars ahead.
Blurry image of moving ocean water with clouds in the distance and a grey sky.
Weatherbeaten tree with a few leaves and a few empty branches on the beach of a lake with a few lapping waves.
White egret on a lawn in front of a house with a car and a chain link fence. Grass grows through the fence. Small quiet street with power lines and modest homes.
Huge mass of clouds covering the sun and blue sky peeking through above two green streetlights. Everything below is hazy.
Overhead view of ducks swimming in a row on a lake. Water is moving but mostly clear.
Sun above a blue deep lake with a few trees above, covered by a small cloud but about to become visible again.

Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian writer and photographer. Recent work appears at The Notre Dame Review. 

Spirit of a Place, Spirit of a Thing (Artist Statement)

In an off handed remark during an interview, U.G. Krishnamurti, called by some an anti-guru, and by himself, ‘Something like a philosopher,’ said that he once thought he could sense the spirit of a place. But then he brushed it off through words and body language. It didn’t fit in with his philosophy and message. But I resonated with his statement anyhow, because I had always felt that I could feel the spirit of a place and also a thing. Old town, lake still and wide. City street, carnival game vendor and prizes. Bee. Spider. Flower. Vine. Ridge. Summit. Stone. Petal. Stream. Sun. Cloud. Bird and dusk, horizon and dawn. Lock, denoting love, affixed to lonesome bridge alone in the rain. Artifacts. Areas. Some saturnine and some sanguine. Hundreds of places and things, their spirit, against reason and logic, somehow speaking out, not with language of course, but calling out nevertheless. Semantics and nomenclature could argue what spirit means. Is it the atmosphere, the daemon, the angel, the area, the vibration, the feeling? Is it physical, metaphysical, true and there, or purely imaginary and projected? Difficult to know conclusively. But there is something I think in all that mise- en-scene, and so on the rural footpaths and metropolitan worlds also, I try and photograph it and also write about it, this spirit of a place and spirit of a thing.