The only water in these pictures is likely to
be fresh. Rain, puddles, lakes, ponds and streams.
That leaves the whole entire
tapestry of plains, hills, mountains, and their
valleys in their rich array. Showing us their
multitude of moods as the artist, humbled by
this magnificence or austerity, is forced to
the outer limits of his vision to give the
viewer “the sense of
being there”.
Seascapes
conveys all moods and mysteries of the sea
and the special effects it created where its
shoreline meets the lands; ships and boats
that sail on it or are wrecked by it. We see
their skeletons half buried along the shore
Sea Fever by John Masefield
“I must
go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea
and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and
a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s
song and the white sale’s shaking
And a
gray mist on the sea’s
face and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down
to the seas again, for the call of the running
tide,
Isw a wild call and a clear call that may
not be denied;
An all I ask is a windy day with
the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and
the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.
I must
go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy
life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s
way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And
all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow
rover,
And a quiet
sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s
over.
Fantasy
is the world of reality bordering on the unreal,
the world between dreams and awakeness, between
Virtual Reality and the imaginary. It is visible
in the mind's eye where there is no time constraint
and perhaps a great many more than three dimensions.
Fantasy time is not measured by the tick of
the second, but rather the unmeasured space
between the ticks. It can clearly be seen but
is not there.
Where
our imagination hurdles the constraints of reality,
the eye is made to see more than 3 dimensions.
Matter is no longer limited to solid, liquid
or gas but the composition is seen as a myriad
of shapes that dance before our eyes forming
a unified whole.
A
city to the artist is a space divided into geometric
shapes, somewhat like a maze in which many people
live; or it is a space bounded by walls if seen
from the inside. A structure is a space interrupted
by a shape in it, such as a house or some other
man made edifice, as a fountain. You have but
to look at # 80, 3230 Jackson Street, San Francisco,
to realize how hard these definitions are. The
house is a structure, which stands alone on the
grassy slopes of Presidio Heights, waiting for
City to be built up around it.
This category consists of flowers just as the
title dictates. They are not still lifes, however.
I hope you will sense the differenced at first
glance. Some are arrangements in vases, some
are outdoors, some indoors.
Flowers reach out to us by their perfume, vivid
color and the interesting way they group themselves.
My aim is to reveal the essence rather than record
every detail. All I hope is that you find them
alive and interesting.
