Since launching the Third Thursday Challenge last month, this idea of challenging myself has been at the forefront of my thoughts; a low hum of excitement buzzing in my brain. I have become more aware of the unseen boundaries I place on myself and my art; the limits and prejudices I have adopted about what constitutes a “good” image.
Each and every time, I am amazed at the places where Lisa’s creative imagination take us. Come along, won’t you and discover the meaning of “WILD 1909″. And ask yourself - what do we miss by not believing in the unbelievable.?
Turner proclaimed the end of the frontier in 1893, but the creatures had long ago recognized its vanishing. The pattern was familiar.
Most were originally from the Old Country, from the Alps and river bends, from deep and silent forests or barren, rocky steppes. They were manitores and goblins, imps and lamia, unicorns and dragons. Once the Old Country grew too populous, they migrated to the New, took residence with vast, wild herds of buffalo and ancient sequoia trees.
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Taking time to look up – another lesson photography has taught me. It’s how I discovered my “pies” – by looking up and seeing geometry in all its triangular beauty. And then there is my
obsession with affinity for lampposts. So much to be seen, by turning our gaze skyward.
Like this common telephone pole, with its attached street light, and myriad electrical wiring. A miracle really – a tribute to mankind’s ingenuity, its electrons buzzing and bouncing, powering our lives. Here transformed into an abstract of line and shape and space.
Created through the simple act of looking up.
Unlike her, the wind knew where it wanted to go. It swirled and puffed and gusted, spinning the vane round – first North, then South, followed by a quick turn to the East.
The wind didn’t think about the rightness of its path; nor look back to where it had been. The wind simply blew.
The wind paid no heed to labels or predictions or expectations. The wind simply was, in this moment. Not questioning or faltering or wavering.
She suspected she could learn a thing or two from the wind.