G. Steve Journal

Being Pretty

Many of these posts concern the way in which we apprehend and appreciate art: emotionally – where the pre-cognitive response to the work is the measure of it's success vs. intellectually – where one must provide a context and establish a basis for it's inclusion in the pantheon of "art." 

We favor the former and came across an essay about painter Georgia O'Keefe, whose work we've long been a fan of, which included this observation of hers:

I’m one of the few artists, maybe the only one today, who is willing to talk about my work as pretty,” she once said. “I don’t mind it being pretty.

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Couldn't Articulate

This observation by painter Helen Frankenthaler may well sum up the motivation that drives every creative expression:

I wanted things that I couldn't at times articulate.

Unconscious Insight

German geologist Hans Cloos observes that perhaps the reason we are attracted to landscapes is evolutionary:

Why does man find beauty in a landscape? Is it not because he is a part of nature, inwardly subject to nature’s laws, because he has an unconscious insight into the internal order of the earth, into the rhythm of its repetitions, the harmony of its lines and surfaces and the balanced interplay of its parts? And does not our delight in the contemplation of nature grow out of the harmony between the music of our own soul and the music of the earth?

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In The Work

I am a hunter. I hunt for pictures. I’m not a verbal man. I have nothing to reveal. It’s all in the work, I hope.

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The Creative Act

For many artists, and this photographer, the creative effort is an attempt to make some sense out of a reality that can often appear bewildering. This metaphor describing that process is an apt one:

The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.

                                                                                                                              – Terence McKenna 

It Becomes

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

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What if...?

For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind.

One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, 'What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?

                                                                                                        –– Rachel Carson

 

Look!

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say "Look!" and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

                                                                             - Mary Oliver, 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦: 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴

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Art Is Born

 

Art is born and takes hold wherever there is a timeless and insatiable longing for the spiritual, for the ideal... Modern art has taken the wrong turn in abandoning the search for the meaning of existence in order to affirm the value of the individual for his own sake. What purports to be art begins to looks like an eccentric occupation for suspect characters who maintain that any personalised action is of intrinsic value simply as a display of self-will. But in an artistic creation the personality does not assert itself it serves another, higher and communal idea. The artist is always the servant...

                                                                                                                             –– Andrei Tarkovsky

 

Unseeing Eyes

Coming across this thoughtful observation by naturalist and author Rachel Carson, I realized it describes the motivation that propelled my decades-long exploration and visual chronicling of the diverse landscapes of the Shawangunk Ridge.  Spend enough time traipsing through a landscape and one is liable to experience fleeting moments of beauty and wonder that provoke an urge to capture and share them, especially with those who seem oblivious to their existence:

For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, 'What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?