Walking into the rooms filled with art, I feel slightly overwhelmed. I take a couple laps around the rooms to decide which piece I want to write about. I decide on a piece of Anthony Marchetti’s art work; his piece is untitled. However, if I were to title it, I would name it “Frozen Mystery”.

Looking at this photograph I feel like I have seen myself here before. It is an early chilly morning. I see a freshly frozen pond. Outlining the ice, is grass that is brown from the cold temperatures. In the middle of the pond is a lonely island, possessing a few trees on it. Due to the cold air, the trees no longer hold any leaves on them. A hockey puck that lies atop the frozen water may be the only life I see. There isn’t any snow so the winter temperatures may just be approaching the land. No matter how hard I squint, I cannot see anything due to a heavy fog. In a crack of ice, I spot a dead butterfly. The more I look at the picture, the more I notice.

The emotions I get from this photograph are anything but bright. No one is around me. I get the feeling that something scary is about to happen. The fog feels like a mystery of the unknown. When I look at the background it is blurry, similar to how the future looks. I do not know what lies ahead of me.

It is hard to explain what this picture means. On one hand it could mean a new start is coming because of the change in season. On the other hand it could be an ending to something. The fog could represent the fear of the unknown, since it covers up what lay behind it. The dead grass is the people in your life that have a negative attitude. Having the island in the middle could represent someone who feels isolated in their life. Trees that are on the island are people that are always there for you no matter what. Trees not on the island may show the people that leave you in the dust when you need them. Many unique meanings to what this photograph is showing; it depends on how you look at things.

Personally, this photograph connects with my life in many ways. What I said earlier about the trees, and how they are like people reminds me of my life tremendously. My family represent the trees on the island because they are always there for me. I am very lucky to have such an amazing family that do so much for me. Unfortunately, there are people who can leave me on the curb when I need them the most. These people are usually some of my friends. It is sad to think that my friends would do this, but it is reality. Everyone has people in their life that do the same. This photograph is a good representation of relationships. I also see the meaning of a new beginning. Being a senior, this relates to my life in multiple ways. Come this spring, I will graduate and come fall, start college. I think I know what to expect from college. However, I cannot get a clear image in my mind. Not having a clear image is just like the fog in the background.

I can picture myself in this setting. A cloud comes from my mouth when I breathe due to the cold. With every breath I taste the bitter air. I can hear the cracking of the ice forming on the pond. I wipe my nose as it starts to run. When I take a step out onto the frozen pound I feel the cold under my feet. In the middle of the frozen pound is a little island. I start to make my walk to see if there were anything on it. My eyes squint because I am struggling to see through the heavy fog. The only thing I see in the back are trees. To my left is a little hill. The grass that lay on the hill is brown. No snow is covering the land yet. It feels to me like it could be mid November. As I walk on the ice I see a hockey puck.  It makes me wonder how long ago people were out here playing. Another thing I see is a butterfly stuck in the ice. It looks like an animal stuck in a cage at the zoo. I try to kneel down and look through the ice. However, it is hard to see through due to ice being foggy. This pond reminds me of the one in my backyard. The longer I am on the ice the more I feel a part of it.

This image makes me wonder. The first thing I wonder about is what time of the year it truly is. It could be October, it could be February. All depends where the photograph was taken; which is yet another thing I am curious about. The biggest thing I wonder about is what is behind the heavy fog. This may be the biggest question because anything could be behind it. I want to know many things from this photograph. However, I know I will never get answers to my questions. I have to come up with my own ideas and act as if they are the answers to my questions.

This specific piece of art brought many thoughts to mind. Not all who see this photograph have the same understanding as I do. Leaving the room I try to take a snapshot in my mind so I don’t forget about this piece.