I haven’t done the big reveal yet, but it is coming. This photo and the last are both clipped from a larger photograph that will be posted later this week. Both plus the original are good compositions. The image above was the intended focal point of the original and it still is. By cropping this image, I am drilling down to its essence.
Over the last few days, I have considered this whole idea about of impressionism and its relationship to my photographs and work, my art, and my place in the art world. No conclusions reached, but I have to admit I do get discouraged at times. I’m not as good as I want to be, not noticed for my efforts as I wish to be, and can’t stop working and creating new pieces. Maybe it is grandiosity and I should be happy that I have the tools at my disposal to create as I wish and be absorbed in the work when I chose to photograph and create my digital images. Perhaps, maybe I am too distracted by work and family. Perhaps, one day after I retire, I will be able to laser focus, but until then I will continue to play, get lost in my artwork as I blend, crop, alter, shift color, and try to speak to what I see and feel.
“Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life”. ~ Pablo Picasso (source)
Creating art is like following a hiking path with various twists and turns. Some you can see where you’re going from a distance, some you cannot see beyond bent, and some you just end up where you started. It really is never about the piece at hand… It really is about the journey. ~ Bill Hendricks
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” ~ Pablo Picasso (source)
I don’t know if I will ever look back at these pages. Probably never will but it is worth taking a minute and reflecting on today. Currently, I’m doing that with a camera and Photoshop… Tomorrow who knows. All I do know is that I find a peace through a camera lens.
There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.”
Pablo Picasso (source)
I don’t think I ever remove any evidence of reality but I am not all that sure that we really start with reality in the first place. Surely, we start with our experience of reality and perhaps we twist and turn that into another experience of reality interwoven with our joys, sorrows, pain, and intellect… Basically, it is an interplay for me, as I weave these things together.