Full disclosure here...
This image makes me both happy and sad at the same time.
Happy because it is a creative, interesting look at something we would all overlook (or at the least not look twice). It takes the mundane and elevates it to a form of modern art, placing the mundane on the artistic pedestal that forces us to see the beauty in the subject, even if for a moment. Happy, too, because it inspires me to look harder at the world around me to seek out the beauty found there, and happy, also, because it just reaffirms that Ernst still continues to prove he is a master photographer by showing us what can be done with a camera, some vision and a little bit of work.
This image also makes me sad because it is a reminder of how far I have yet to go before I can attain that level of creativity and mastery of this medium.
When it comes to artistic representation I understand that not everyone will look at this and see it as art. Some may look at it and say, "who cares? It's a patch in a broken wall."
They may even say to themselves, "I could have taken this photo,"
and there would be some merit to those statements. When Marcel Duchamp took a urinal, turned it on its side, signed it and called it art people didn't understand. Jackson Pollock's art was considered just paint splatters that anyone could do
until one tries to replicate it and you realise it's not as easy. More importantly, it needs to be observed as a piece of a whole to be fully understood.
Ernst's photo here, by itself, may not seem too impressive or even making any form of statement, but when you place it in the body of abstract work he has created (or into the world of abstract art as a whole) it takes on a different meaning. What that meaning is is up to the individual viewer because that
is the nature of art.
P.S. This image reminds me of HR Giger's "Passage"