Art, Art, Everywhere I have a friend with multiple degrees in art. Years ago, as I remember, he told me his theoretical and working definition of art is that it must be composed of line drawing – be that the entire composition, or a major part of the work, or just some portion with line...
…and for me, art, like writing, is a way of seeing, a developed and infinitely blessed way of life. For here in this photo, there are random yet innately structured fields of color, light yellow, dark brown, and grays punctuated by one small patch of electrical white. And the flesh...
At times, beauty comes upon us suddenly and without fanfare or warning, and in the moment when beauty is revealed, it is only eyes open and prepared, by whatever means, that will behold or even just glimpse the wondrous revelation, however quick and transitory the images and times of beauty in...