Sidewalk Composition, #1 is over here.
‘Red, Yellow and Blue’ is the name of the summer public art installation at Madison Square Park in New York City.
My brother and brother-in-law took me over to see it this past weekend. The park was bubbling with activity, as it would be on a perfect summer weekend afternoon. In the midst of the gorgeous, tall trees, the green grass, the leash-free parkette for dogs, the children’s playground, park benches, and the ever-popular and always- a-long-long-long line-up-for, ‘Shake Shack’…was this Remarkable. Work of Art.
The piece is made of 1.4 million feet of rope. Painted in the three primary colours. The rope was gathered along the Eastern oceans and waterways, and hand-knotted by the artist, Orly Genger. Ms. Genger, born in 1979, is a contemporary American Sculptor and a New Yorker.
From the artist:
“The tradition of knitting carries the sharing of stories and the installation draws on that idea. The re-purposed rope brings with it the stories of different locations and by knotting it, a space is created for the words and thoughts of viewers in New York City to complete the work, creating a silent dialogue that waves along.”
The sculpture is part of the Madison Square Conservancy’s groundbreaking Madison Square Park public art program – Mad. Sq. Art. Each season, there’s a new installation by a prominent international artist.
Just another reason to love New York City – the commitment to art..public art!
And, I do…
I love New York.
Literally, from my photographic archives.
But, also from another time – a time when I rejected this image.
It’s an image of a beautiful leaded glass window reminiscent of another era, taken one night a few years back in Mexico. My eye was taken by it, but some other part of me wasn’t ready to share it. Interesting how that can happen.
These days, it’s happening a lot. I find I’m rejecting much of the work I’m creating.
That is, something grabs me when I take an image..but when I review it, I’m in a different spirit, perhaps, and I can’t find what I saw at the time. Or, I’ve become critical of it. Sometimes the critique is worthwhile..the image really isn’t that great.
Sometimes, as Vancouver photographer David duChemin calls it, it’s a ‘sketch’ image. You know, when you’re on the right track, but you haven’t quite hit what you were looking for. ‘Sketches’, like the ones an artist creates before putting the image to work in their painting. I love that concept. And, I can see it in my own work. I’ve created a ‘sketch’. In other words, I’m on the road to where I want to go, but not quite there, yet. I still have to work it through…figure it out…find it..as my eye is seeing it, but as I’m not yet capturing it. It doesn’t even mean I’d reject the image as it is…just that I know I haven’t yet found what my heart and eye were after.
So, maybe that’s not really ‘rejection’ at all. Maybe that’s just the process – living the process.
But, these days, well, I think I’m being sometimes overly critical. Shutting down work before it has a chance to breathe. Disregarding it out of hand. Or, perhaps, just not seeing it.
Like the window above.
I happened across it quite by accident today. I was looking for something else. Not for this. I didn’t even remember this image. It wasn’t in an inspiration file, or saved for a rainy day. It was a kind of reject.
Yet, here we are today.
Today, I like it. I like the light. I like the lines. I like the composition. And, that has got be enough. More than enough!
And, the extra great part about finding this archival piece is that it’s got me thinking about my eye..and my process..and ‘sketching’…and staying with it….and believing.
Does this mean I might become less rejecting of my more recent images? I don’t honestly know. I think it does mean that I will be more trusting of the work…that it will all work out…that there is good in the work…even if I can’t ‘see’ it right now.
Archival…”of or pertaining to valuable records…”
‘Valuable record’, indeed. As much for the thinking and reflection it has prompted, as it is a record of another time.
Happy long weekend, to those enjoying one this weekend. Happy early days of August!
A bit corny, I know.
A heart on Canada Day.
Not generally my way of saying things…
But, I didn’t have a great shot of the Canadian flag to use…and my other shots from today’s Canada Day Celebrations were not particularly great.
And, I didn’t want to let the day go by without saying anything at all.
So, here it is…
A heart-felt, yes, birthday wish on Canada Day.
I do truly believe Canada is a remarkable country. (And, to be honest, I’ve never been one for big shows of patriotism.)
But, the older I get, the more I appreciate it…its beauty, its diversity, its history (not always, but often) of peace-making. I appreciate more and more the founding document, the Constitution Act of 1867 – the ground on which Canada was born, which at its centre calls for, ‘Peace, Order and Good Government’.
We don’t always live up to this..and many have thought the phrase to be a little uninspiring, but I have to say, I love a call to action that begins with an expression of Peace. Pretty compelling.
And, so, with this red, hearted image (a found heart, by the way – a reflection of light found, one day, on my living room wall), I say, Happy Birthday to Canada, and extend wishes for peace to all, on this, Canada’s 146th birthday.
One simple curtain…
One unexpected layover at an airport hotel.
And, one hour (or so) of photographic experimentation.
When my flight was unexpectedly cancelled, I was stranded at an airport hotel for one night. Me, my camera and I. Good company as it turned out.
It became an unexpected adventure in creativity – seeking out something interesting to shoot in what many, including me, would find, well, not that interesting at all, at least at first blush.
The window became the focus for most of the shoot. The curtain, the view, the view through the curtain! Every possible angle. Up close. From a distance. It was a pursuit in seeing..seeing something beautiful in the mundane. Seeing something new in the every day. You can find some of the other shots in this unexpected series over here.
In the meantime, I leave you with the two shots above – a white curtain, turned different shades of silvery grey and black by the fading light, all tipped on an angel for a bit of interest. The second image includes, in the upper right hand corner, the shadow cast by the curtain on the wall. I just love that extra detail! Both of these shots are unaltered. Just straight out of the camera.
Shades of Creativity.
Contributing to the Brenda Gottsabend’s wonderful ‘Third Thursday Challenge’. Just click on the button below and you’ll find some amazing photography!
It’s a grey, rainy day here. That’s not a complaint. We need the rain. And, there’s something downy and soft about the grey this morning. It has a gentle light of its own.
It’s because of the greyness of this day that I pulled out this image for today: dappled sunshine, soft, green leaves, sweet, delicate shadows, organic nature set along side the crisscrossed lines of the gently worn ceramic tile.
Soft. Gentle. Light.
Not an antidote – that’s not what’s needed, but a perfect match for this day.
I really like this.
It’s the minimalism of it.
The green of it.
And, the shadow of a tree, unseen.
The elements are basic. A shadow, cutting across a patch of lawn, and flowing onto small and large rectangles of concrete. Simple elements which, playing all together, appeal to my eye. Ease, and simplicity. Waiting, just outside the window.
Another in the series of shots taken during the unexpected layover when my flight was cancelled. All the shots in the series were taken in the airport hotel room or, as in this case, looking out the window from the room. It’s the story, really, of seeking the shot in unexpected places.
A hotel window.
That’s all it is.
Simple. Mundane, even.
A mesh curtain. Textured glass. And, shades of green and blue, playing through the translucence of the window.
An unexpected lay-over due to a cancelled flight produces unexpected beauty.
Beauty in the every-day, the mundane. Beauty found in the detail. Maybe even beauty transcending the detail.
All of it, unexpected Joy.
This is a second in a series of shots taken during the unexpected layover at an airport hotel. Maybe I should call the series, Unexpected. Or, Simply Unexpected. Whatever the case, Part I, of the series to be named later, can be found over here. 🙂
Late one afternoon…some months ago, now, the light of the setting sun filtered through a piece of stained glass hanging in my living room window. The fragment of light landed on the wall, just as you see it in the first image, above.
Incredible, I thought, grabbing my camera. It so peaked my imagination. A heart, perhaps, fleeting across a sky…to leap through a window of light to another world? OR, maybe, this tender heart was tossed through the window (reading it left to right) – a message sent! Or, then again, perhaps, like a baby bird, nudged out of the nest, this heart was set free to fly unbounded on its own.
It’s all imagination. Light sparking possibilities.
Others would see something very different, I’m sure. Each of us drawn to the image, or not. Seeing something beautiful and imaginative, or not. It’s true. Each of us are drawn to different things. And, if photographing the same thing, we each would see with a different eye, through our own unique context, producing something completely individual.
As the sun was setting that winter afternoon, the reflections on the wall were fleeting. Moving and shifting as quickly as the sun moved down behind the houses on the street, towards the horizon.
The second shot was taken only moments after the first. The window frame of light had drifted away, leaving only the solitary shape on the wall, hallowed (crowned?) by a different colour and held within its own splash of light.
And, so it was. Seconds passed as I photographed this beam of light traversing my living room wall. My very own private sunset! So amazing, at least, I thought so!
And, then, months went by. And, months. I hadn’t looked at these shots in over a year. And, just recently, for some reason, they came back to my attention, tossed into the foreground. And, the images, again, captured my imagination.
Enter, the third shot in the trilogy. A fleeting heart – in a sea of green? Or, a sliver of sun? A beam of light? I’m not sure what you see. Me, I saw the heart…in flight.
Truth be told, I have several other in this series. Blue (I just had to share it here), purple and red. Some muted. Some bold. It grabbed me, this piece of light. This fragment. Caught on my wall. No one else to see it. And, for some reason, I just had to capture it, replay it, re-create it in many forms. A fleeting moment, captured. A gift of light.