How many times have we strolled alone, my guardian muse? I remember you well from my childhood days. On Sundays, my preacher father carried us to rural churches in the backwoods of south Georgia. After Sunday dinner at someone's house, often there would be no kids to play with and what kid wanted to sit around with adults discussing theology? It was with you, my guardian muse, that I roamed the fields and woods, mesmerized by reflections of clouds and trees in ponds. It was you, my guardian muse, who sit with me during long church services with sermons lasting well over an hour, it was you moving me from one position to another position to the angles lined up just right. It is you, oh, muse, that walks with me now as I retreat from the messy whirlwind of the world, the anger and confusion howling around. It is you that walks with me through the garden of creation.
Welcome to the world of creativity where imagination takes flight.
I love not only the creativity of these two pieces of art but celebrate the composition, the placing of these two pieces in such a way so that someone like me could see the art. Art begins with seeing. At least visual art does. Seeing the art that is around us, in the ever changing living canvas. Art is like a filter in which to see the world.
Even the same work of art can appear quite new and different when seen from another perspective, from another position.
Thanks so much to the sculptors and to the curators who arranged these works so they could be appreciated.
Welcome to the Magical Garden of Creation. We will be venturing daily into the garden to explore its many treasures. Let's us begin our adventure into the fantastic fields of creation.
Shall we enter through the portal into another dimension?
Who knows where we go?
Stay tuned - more to come daily.
Swirls of green, it is in your breezes that I would walk, hearing the hoots of owls echoed through the cypress and oaks clinging to the banks curving along side the river snaking its way through sandy soils. oh, yes, swirls of green dancing in the gentle breezes, reflecting shimmering streaks of silver and shadows against the shallow sandbars, bands of color embracing me in the rhapsody of light and sounds and smells, it is in your breezes that I wander across creation, finding the forgotten me wherever I go.
Photography is the art of seeing the art all around that is worth seeing. Photography is seeing art anywhere on the giant living canvas which embraces us all. I am the canvas's tool, the canvas's eye, the camera, to glimpse and share the living canvas of art throughout life. I am the eyes of the world, the eyes which sees art, composition, exquisite play of light and dark shadows, the eyes which join with the camera to share the art that I see. Photography is living art, seeing art, sharing art of the living canvas.