52 Weeks of creative exposure
Raised in an art emphasized home, somewhere there is an artist buried deep inside me. Weekends were spent going to flower shows, participating in flower arrangements or helping my mother with her bonsai. I now look back and wonder, how my mother had so much time to accomplish so much in a day. She did not have online distractions.
There was so much freedom that we enjoyed, freedom of expression, freedom to question, freedom of choice. I almost took it all for granted and assumed that was the norm. Dad would always tell us, ”It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it” - Aristotle. He would welcome difference of opinion, never disrespect.
My freedom of expression, really stems from my childhood and I can see it blossom in my adulthood. So much like my dad, I will do what I feel is right and righteous not because it is a mere dictate from others. And I see this in my photography too, bold dark strokes of light and colors, never irresolute always very strongly stated. It also stems from my penchant for painting and influence from Chiaroscuro. The light and shades almost replicate life.
In recent times, I have seen myself fall in love with airy water colors, carefree and effortless, so unlike the chiaroscuro style. Colors bleeding into each other, yet having a form and definition.
Neither style is easy but represents art in such a different way.
My morning glory (first image) is one of my first trials that represents my love for water color. And the second one is a hibiscus from my mother’s garden a more bold look - maybe like an oil-painting. I am not sure if I have been successful at it….I absolutely enjoyed creating both and almost lost myself in them.