In the beauty of nature and through the expression of art resides the healing power of grace, now more than ever. In a world full of tragedy and sadness it is often the outward expression of heartfelt emotion that can return us to that central place of peace we all long for, whether such expression is through visual, written or music. It can help begin the process of regathering and re-centering. Hope begins again.
In no way is this a post of self-promotion. It’s my thoughts and feelings on how art – specifically photography – has been a Godsend throughout the vast majority of my 48 years here along the shared journey of this called life. Although I’ve been fortunate enough to never have experienced anything nearly as gut-wrenching and unbearable as losing a child I have experienced the outer edges of the darkness that is hopelessness.
Somehow, someway, the peaceful nature of the human spirit prevails. It must. To adhere to anything to the contrary is an exercise in futility. To continue with hope is a strength and courage far beyond what evil intentions and actions could possibly ever understand.
My photography today seems as almost a sixth sense that has always been there for me. I try to not to take it for granted and always remain grateful for how it came into my life so many years ago, when I was about 12 years old. There were times when I wandered away but it waited patiently for me to return.
To live and work within art is a way of life – a way forward – that artists know. While some opine, quantify and calculate, artists hold true to their need to constantly feel, express and share.
It’s our way of saying “hold on to hope because here’s a hint of something so much more.”