Some weeks are tougher than others and it’s hard to not take on what others may be going through. With that in mind today called for a road trip and as always we were not disappointed.
Some of you know me from my past life as a glass artist. My years of learning the technical side of product photography, when I had to photograph my glass for exhibit entries, reminded me of just how much I loved photography and nature, so I followed my heart and packed up my glass for good.
Today was a reminder of that past life after the right combination of wind and freezing temperatures created a glass sculpture like effect upon the shores of Waterton Lake in Alberta, Canada. Dale Chihuly is an American glass sculpture artist and much of his work lies in environmental artwork.
I remain in awe of what nature creates and today was one of those memorable ones that reminds me that it’s almost always about the water.
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.