Resonance

Resonance The “Call to Artists” asked for “Harvest”.  It was for a juried exhibition of 2D and 3D art works.  One immediately came to mind; “Drops”.  I have shot thousands of images over the past decade and “Drops” popped back into my head.  I had recently looked at it as a possible piece for an exhibit of intimate natural images. There are pretty pictures, images of line and color and tone, images of statement and story.  And then there are those that find a home in your consciousness; they demand to be attended to.  What attracted me?   Out of the context of its surroundings, what did it say?  How should I attend to it?   What made it resonate? “Drops” was found in Cape Porpoise, Maine.  I had retired, after teaching for 37 years, the previous June.  Now in September, the opening days of the new school year, I had to be not going to school.  I had to be on the road.  These fallen apples, drops, were clustered at the base of two small trees.  Yellow apples with red blushes and browning spots clustered on the green grass.   A few small yellow jackets probing for the final sugars. I worked the captured image.  Painting with dark and light, sharpening some elements and not others, cropping for the feel of the story.  What paper for its presentation; luster, warm matte, or watercolor?  Warm matte. Another “Call to Artists” asked for a “Harvest of Words”.  Poets to create poems about the art pieces.  The harvested words of the poet spoke to the evoked memories and feelings.  One spoke of her kids...