The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural… The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness and becomes white.
I’m not the kind of girl that falls for pastel shades of barely there color. If I’m going to stray from my beloved monochromatic it’s going to be with an intensely bold yet limited color palette.
It’s important to know what you like and to seek it out. One of the best ways to find your voice as an artist is to build some galleries of your work; group them and see how they fit together. Sometimes images fit together for unexpected reasons and others stand alone lacking any common thread. Look for commonalities in focal lengths, color, composition, and theme. What other things can you see that work together as a group? This is an extremely insightful exercise that can tell you a lot about yourself and the direction that you’re going.
Years ago I came to the realization that I couldn’t spend my creative time in a studio setting so I took the technical skills that I’d learned while photographing my kiln formed glass and headed outdoors. I credit a wonderful painter/mentor with forcing me to confront the landscape. It forever changed my direction in photography. (Thank you, Nan!)
Re-visit familiar places, photograph them again, and listen quietly for the voice of the landscape.
Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.
Saint Francis de Sales
One of the things that I think about is how events shape the course of our lives. Sometimes these events are horrific and the inclination is to wish they’d never happened but I think if not for that… this.
With the passing of time though sometimes we realize that the event was a catalyst setting the stage for something incredible to happen.
I think it’s important to remember this and stay in the moment as much as possible, no matter how difficult the situation. We don’t know what lies just ahead.
“The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he’s in the game. And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll Beat his wings ’til he burns them black… No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . . The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real, ‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation… No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . . ” Aimee Mann
For much of my time as a photographer, other than a series on dying kokanee, I’ve put my lens on beauty which is never in short supply in our natural world.
Lately though I feel compelled to tell a different story.
It’s not pretty but it’s there, right in front of me. and I’m finding it hard to look away.