[ˈpäp ˌärt] pop artart movement that began in the 1950’s and incorporated everyday objects
I saw my first Warhol in the 80’s, when a friend, now my husband, brought me to an art exhibit in the 80’s. Its simplicity, combined with the smooth commercially printed look, appealed to me and every so often I find myself digitally editing one of my images in that manner.
Warhol, was an incredibly interesting artist whose creativity and experimentation appeals to me still. He truly was a man who looked beyond the everyday objects, and found ways to make them fresh again.
to find beauty in something so simple.
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
Leonardo da Vinci
This winter more so than others I have been drawn to high key, white on white imagery that just seems to showcase the season so well.
There is a complexity to snow that you might not notice if you only look at it as something to be endured.
It can be hard and crystalline or soft and undulating. It can form pristine flakes or pelt the ground with fertilizer sized pellets called graupel or grail.
Years ago I would not have had the confidence to post an image of such simplicity but to me, in this stage of my journey, this image brings me such a feeling of satisfaction.
I believe that a connection to subject matter is integral to being able to fully express that one moment.
In a busy, imagery fueled world, I find myself drawn to that which doesn’t share every detail but leaves a story just on the fringes of it.
What do you believe? Where do you find beauty?
of this rural farming scene.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
I would have loved the opportunity to move around and set up the perfect composition for this shot but sometimes you just come upon something that grabs your attention.
With the rapidly sinking sun I had but a moment to get this shot and something about its simplicity appeals to me. It’s not a grand bridge, a lone tree or a craggy mountain backlit by the sun; some of the things I would ordinarily seek out for a sunset.
It’s just the end of the day in a farming community where the days are long and success depends on the vagaries of nature.
Scenes like this one remind me to be grateful that I live in a country with vast, beautiful open spaces where every inch is not covered in concrete. As the light faded and the temperature cooled I was left only with the sound of grains rustling in the faint breeze and small creatures settling in for the evening…