Turning a stroll into art. Thats what I do. I think I turn most things I see, into one form of art or another. By seeing it, Differently.
It certainly makes life more enjoyable, even the ……. less beautiful aspects.
On this walk I was stopped, by a woman who was venting about how horrible and green the water was. I listened.
The water was green. (I’m an artist… I liked it.)
I breathed the lovely fresh cool air. And said my good byes.
Its a game. Its a challenge. But, it is also a way of being. This question of “Can I?” Or more to the point….. “HOW, can I?”
Can I? Can I turn an ugly rubbish bin into some lovely form of art? Can I, turn a pile of dirty dishes into a thing of beauty? Can I, create beauty from the ashes?
Michelangelo, Renoir, Ansel Adams, Monet, Pisarro, Corot, Clarice Beckett …. these artists could.
Art. Being an artist.
Is not simply a question of how to mix colors.
How to take a photograph. Nor how to create wet in wet backgrounds.
We need to know these, yes.
But, Art is so much more involved, much deeper than skill with the mechanical techniques.
Of utmost importance.
Is the way we think.
The sheer determination to turn rubbish into beauty. To reveal the essence of the subject.
To look with our heart’s eye.
And not our clinical eye.
To see into the very heart and Truth, of the subject, the image, the painting.
Not the contrived deceptions of details that are set to confound us like gold glittering on the sidewalks.
We see truth best looking with our heart, not our clinical and critical eye. That clinical eye is often fooled by sleight of hand tricks and details.
Here is an interesting question that I read a few years back and it has stuck in my mind since………
If true beauty is precise perfectly detailed renditions, then should we not just let computers do all our art forms?
But, no. The beauty of art contains the essence of the subject and threads of the conversation between the artist and the subject.
This, is something perfection and precision are not able to achieve. We need a bit of wabi sabi for that. A bit of imperfection.
With your imagination, divide this into 6 segments. Straight down the centre. Then in thirds, horizontally. 6 segments.
If you look,
at each segment by segment. Super close, its almost as if magical worlds are just on the other side. With tall spires and castle domes that loom.
I love the Right Top segment, with its greyness and haunting qualities.
Reflections are intriguing things.
Within them, I think we all feel more free to allow our imaginations Out to play.
Just in case you missed it, you can read part I Reflections in the Water.