10 July 2017
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Each life is a series of stages that are layered and layered to create an inner core and an outer patina. The surface view is but a sliver of that life’s composition.
When I view a flower, the immediate reaction is bound instantaneously to that initial response. Then a mountain of other influences CAN flood through the synapses to reenforce or deny the reaction.
In my current state of mind the photomontage is a way to experiment and represent these forces of nature that we cannot see but are ever-present, yet hidden in our first sightings. Revelations are continuous.
Nature is without reservation my muse and inspiration, and each of her progeny, whether a stone or a mountain or a sunset or a flowering cactus, provides astonishing qualities that are evident and visually revealed. These are obvious characteristics, but macro elements, inner mysteries, and the history of life magnifies the capture in space and time.
Mostly, the connection between nature and human nature are one. How do we separate our journeys? Do we need to differentiate them? A life is a life. The value of each is subjective and objective. Still, we bring a way of seeing with the human experience that pushes us to apply the same analysis to nature.
In the Lens section is a summer photomontage of two layers; each offers the brilliance of a floral arrival during the first weeks of the season. This palette is so captivating that it forces a coloration–coloration that conjures the inner and outer response of nature’s infinite jewels.
“How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.” ~~ William Wordsworth
“I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.” ~~ Georgia O’Keeffe
“The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.” ~~ Auguste Rodin