When I was little, my dad had our walls decorated with calligraphy scrolls featuring ancient Chinese poetry. He and my mom grew different-colored chrysanthemum in dozens of pots in our courtyard. On some crisp summer mornings, he would gather me and my sisters in front of our water lily pond he built and take photos of us. Beauty then was the elegance and serenity that were surrounding me and my family.
As a photographer I consider myself a street shooter–my photographer’s eye shooting an old building, rusted bridge, interesting faces or groupings of people and nature in all its forms. There’s a beauty in the texture, color, and subject matter that calls out to me and I’m never without a camera whether I’m out for a walk or a drive.
When I was a kid my mother gave me an old emerald ring. I found out that if I looked through the stone just right everything was turned upside down.
And for a moment, we as readers or viewers enter the artist’s world, which is our own, and we are filled with the wonder of that space. And by repeating these experiences, we expand and notice beauty regularly and discover that we each have the creative ability to express it ourselves.
I am gently coaxing you to open your eyes and take a look around. There is enough detail and texture and variegation where you are, right there, even if you never leave the room.
“… Beauty can be categorized in much the same way—as a fluid and dynamic experience rather than a fixed and preconceived idea. In its truest form, beauty moves us beyond multiplicity toward a deeper sense of oneness and unity.”
As artists we try to capture whatever beauty means to us with whatever tools and talents are at our disposal, and then there are those times when beauty captures us.
I became entranced and immobile, immersed in my sense impressions of the outer world invading the inner. It was much later that I began to love words and the way they could combine to form poems or stories.
The art of creating an image for oneself first and viewers secondly is itself a kind of beauty– bringing us both closer to our best selves and further away from the commonplace into a timeless space of renewal and creation
Roots up, beauty is our body reacting to the spiritual. The otherworldly takes a hold of us once we notice it and our bodies manifest a reaction.
Beauty shows the connection between inside and outside, the possibility of human wholeness in the indifferent world, the grace of getting a cosmic joke.
Everywhere is wonder and wonder is inspiring and inspiration exciting and excitement wished for and all wishes carry beauty. There is beauty in a sigh, a kiss, a tear, keening, hope, death. The brain is a miracle of profound beauty. All is perception so I strive to filter my reality through the clear lens of beauty.