End of the Story
This single Orchid Bud, no larger than a dime, really intrigued me. There was nothing particularly grand about it when viewed through the naked eye, but once I placed my magnifying glass between my eye and this bud, something truly unexpected occurred. An undulating structure, more brain-like than flower appeared, filled with an array of colors that weren’t there a minute ago.
After hours of capturing the twisted layers that formed this tiny bud, I finally had it framed and put on display.
Normally, that would be the end of it. But not in this case, in this case I knew that there was more to the story.
Back to the drawing board, I introduced the evolution of an orchid, contrasting the buds tight shapes with the suggestion of a fully realized flower.
Artist at Lisa Goesling Fine Art
9 年I sincerely appreciate your enlightening comments, Shray and Janis!
Artist Shray- stay true to what you do not see,then make it seen.’ [email protected] shraybronze.com
9 年Lisa Goesling… ''Something truly unexpected occurred. An undulating structure, more brain-like than flower appeared, filled with an array of colors that weren’t there a minute ago.'' Lisa Goesling I wonder, in such a manor that you are able to capture nature in your work where one can almost feel — natures own enviable ability to create its own stunning 'ART' To achieve this with such an elegant, delicate touch, while you gather the viewer up in your fingers, enticing them with perfection of form and abundant skill drawing a line, upon line of color to understand your full story…wonderful. You lead the viewer into your own world, genteelly pulling them down your own broad path, along the veins and color ways of your awareness and observation of the complexities of nature, as you see it. As we walk these lines with our eyes, as you. We the viewer are exposed to a world, your interpretation of space and light, movement, energy. This is a lovely gift you share… Than, we are allowed to arrive at profound questions about the frailty and beauty of nature, on our own…. Splendid, it is for a moment, to not be held captive as an art appreciator, by some 'meaning, some important message' that you as an artist feel obligated to tell. No, just the opposite… The viewer is given the space, maybe, even though for a moment they find them selves inside the cursing veins of one of your flowers, or on the tip of a leaf. One finds ones mind grabbing at your wisdom. Wanting to see and experience the power of your subject, leaning, looking under the vast complexities of your 'purple variegated leaf' tip, that we stand on, with Its vast mind opening lines of knowledge, do we see thru your eyes and then the quite voice of life's? This I think is one of your strong talents, to give in quite confidence. How lovely it feels as you hold the door open, so we may experience your art, and than it almost seems, you stand back and watch as one realize we are hearing our own story. Shray