It’s a small tree, a tree with no leaves whose branches expand and reach in all directions. It’s as if the branches are arms wanting to wrap themselves around the sky. A sky made of whispering clouds, and a backdrop made up of blue pastel hues and with the smell of an early winter, which is enriched by the warmness of the late afternoon light. This tree is imprisoned by metal tubing, formed in the shape of a railing to keep it bound to this visual plane. As I stood there looking upward at this mighty silhouette, I had to see beyond what was before me and began to partake in the movement of its branches. When you focus, you clearly see a chaotic pattern happening. When you step back to see the whole tree that pattern takes on a life, dancing in an upward direction speaking of a desire of freedom.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
To my own demise I’m one of those people who find it difficult to fall asleep at night. It’s not because I don’t want to sleep, and it’s not because I’m not sleepy! It’s because of my inability to turn off what I like to call the visual seeing part of my brain.
I often walk around the house until I’m exhausted and my eyelids feel as if they weigh a ton. Last night, I did my usual routine and paced from room to room looking at each room as this mystical cage of light… As my eyes explored the dim lit rooms, I’m always fascinated with how the light does its magical dance within each room.
As I made my way into the living room and walked passed the front door, I was taken back by the quality of the outside porch light filtering through the curtains. Like many other homes in the neighborhood, our Christmas wreath was hanging on the front door, which created this silhouette of holiday cheer against the backlit translucent qualities of the fabric.
What a proud badge of neighborhood honor this symbolized for me. At that point, I began thinking about how much I am really connected to this place we call home. This image is about my emotional tether to my home, a place full of wonderful shadows with extraordinary qualities of light, which always has the ability to cause me to pause and truly enjoy its existence. No matter the time of day, I’m always finding unique qualities of light. Is all about what I like to call my “transference quality-of- light”. It transfers these wonderful feelings of joy to my most basic need of creativity... the desire to create and share those images with the world.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
As the wife and I drove down interstate 70 heading back home, my thoughts were replaying on how two day’s earlier we made this trip because of the emergency operation her mother had to have. My pondering was quickly redirected by the voice of our GPS indicating it was about the switch into night mode. As my eyes quickly shifted I became aware of how beautiful and quickly the quality of the light was changing, as the warm glow of the sun had almost faded in the blackness. It was if the blackness was devouring all the light from the sky. As I looked westward my eyes caught this little shimmer of red on the horizon. My visional being did not process this as a beautiful end to a sunset, but only conveyed this feeling of darkness, the end of what was. Why was my feeling being consume in such a manor? was it because we were close to the end of our trip? Or maybe because it was the end of 2010, I guess I could have had a different perspective on this image, in the context of it being a new beginning, but that’s not where my heart or mind was when I made this image.