I was contemplating art this morning. For those who have revisited a place that held fond memories and who then discovered their memory is so much more appealing than the actual place – that’s similar to an artist capturing the essence. Art, most often, doesn’t exactly look like the place/person depicted but we are drawn to the piece. Perhaps this is so because our memory lacks all the detail and records the essence – which is the goal of an artist and why art works. Any media that helps express one’s self is art; painting, drawing, photography, sculpture, music, words, dance….
Art = memories brought to life, recognition of a moment in time, recognition of an emotion, an emotion brought to life.
Just a some thoughts.
I’ve been working on the painting below the past few days. During our recent visits to the Merced Wildlife Refuge I saw inspiring landscapes. This painting represents the time I enjoyed watching the distant fog bank that was surrounding us slowly burn off. I worked from top to bottom on 12 x 16 inch Wallis sanded paper. I haven’t finished the painting yet.
Lightly sketched important lines and the beginning of sky.
‘Fog Bank’ Pastel painting, 11×17 inches