A moment of revelation, nature as art.
Rock, root, water, my skimming impressions
engage with what is real, and I imagine another layer, unreal.
To smell water, verdant and flush with life
To see and believe and believe in what one sees
as it changes shape and form, I lose faith in my fleeting perceptions.
But that is the nature of creativity,
Everything changes.
Is it an accurate photograph?
Is it a realistic painting?
What is it? How was it created?
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
how I see it. Wood, paint, pencil on paper?
My working atmosphere is fractured. Or is it?
Computer, Lightroom, a manufactured palette.
Does the form exist in reality? Or is it based purely on mental creation?
An allusion is a figure of speech that
makes a reference to people, places, events or
works of art. It is up to the reader, or
the viewer, to make a connection.
You generate your own movement.
You embody your own emotions, no
matter how daring or clear-sighted, or
satisfying or subversive they may be.
“Art is vision. The artist creates a
picture of phantasm,” said Beneditto
Croce, an Italian philosopher.
In the end, art has no other end but itself. Art is not nature. No. Art is made by man.
*All photos taken in Prince William Sound, Alaska.