I've just been loving playing with the lines of these flowers. Curving forms with a few fine details. I added a little color on a few. I'm looking forward to playing some more.
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My sister sent me this video with the question: What is art? And what does our art say about us?
https://www.youtube.com/user/schooloflifechannel
So, what is art? For something I spend a lot of time on, I haven't spent much time defining it. It's something I love making and enjoy seeing. My niece loved it because it was one place that had no rules. Those simple things have been enough.
But when the question is asked, I have to wonder...what is it for? Is it really just one thing or is it many things to many people? And all sorts of people have weighed in on it... 
The Betrothed and Eiffel Tower, 1913
Mark Chagall: Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers – and never succeeding.
Ayn Rand: Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist’s metaphysical value-judgments.
Rust Red Hills
Georgia O'Keeffe: Filling a space in a beautiful way. That's what art means to me.
Robert Frost: To me the thing that art does for life is to clean it – to strip it to form.
Portrait presumed to be of his jailer
Jacques-Louis David: To give a body and a perfect form to one’s thought, this—and only this—is to be an artist.
Aristotle: The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
With all that being said...what is art? What is it for to you? It's hard to describe the joy I get when I'm feel completely enveloped in color. In spring and fall the colors in the woods are so intense. They almost glow. And when I'm deep in the woods, plants crowding the path, surrounding me, and sunlight is pouring through the canopy setting everything alight...all I can do is stand still, soak it in, and smile. In spring the color is green. Everything everywhere is turning green. That bright yellow-green. The forest floor is carpeted with maple seedlings, young trees splash fresh leaves into the spaces between dark brown trunks, and the ceiling is a kaleidoscope of green, brown, and light.       I've been playing more with my spring plant details. I'm fascinated with the shape and color of emerging spring growth, from spring bulbs to leaves. The hickory and buckeye are my favorites. They seem very exotic and strange. Of course there's nothing like the exuberance of a crab apple. I just love spring. Don't you?  Buckeye  Crabapple  Flowering Quince I've been eyeing the trains on my daily commute; noticing interesting colors and patterns. This weekend I got my chance to explore the train yard. It looks like most of the train cars have seen better days. But they're hanging on. Tough, scrappy and hard working, but with a beauty not to be overlooked. It was just me and the pigeons out there and there were a lot of pigeons.               |
Beauty and InspirationThis blog is about my inspirations and my love of art. I welcome your reactions to my work. 
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