Working in the archives today, primarily with cat shots, and as I scrolled through images from 2012 this one stood out. What grabbed my attention was the pose; cropping it just a little and taking the color saturation down gave me the effect I was looking for.
I’m sure I caught this kitten in the act of grooming but I was strongly reminded of how life continually challenges us, and how we respond to those challenges. Because we are resilient, sometimes we bow for a time, emerging from our trials strengthened, with a new awareness of how close the line is between bending and breaking.
I don’t really think art needs defending; it’s a broad medium, with definitions as unique as the artists who create it.
What does art mean to me? Life. Breathing. Seeing with more than my eyes. Interpreting. Growing, stretching the limits. Experimenting. Learning what works and what doesn’t. It means appreciation of the beauty inherent in all things and reflecting it back through my own particular vision, putting something positive out into the world. Because let’s face it, the world can be–and certainly is–a scary place. Whatever each of us can do to enhance and magnify the positive can only be to everyone’s benefit.
So when someone asks, “What do you do,” stand up proudly and reply, “I am an artist.”
Bouquet of mixed lilies and other flowers, shot earlier this Summer.
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Life is stressful, more often than we’d like. When I find myself in that place I go outside and spend some time with Duck. He’s usually not far–he has favorite spots on the deck where he likes to curl up for a nap. I just sit with him and stroke his fur, listening to the happy sounds he makes. I am his, and we both know that. It’s amazing how simple, non-human interaction with a pet an untie all of life’s knots…
As Sigmund Freud once said, “Time spent with cats is never wasted.”