Is a different kind of art work for me. At times I like to manipulate photos I take and create something new from that which is old. An abstract sort of art piece utilizing real life images. On occasion I create something that really moves me. But will it move others in a similar way?
I can not answer this question. I'll leave that up to you and will only ask one thing of you while viewing the piece.. Give it time to sink in. Take a few moments to absorb what is happening in the photo and all of those details you may not see right away, but add to the viewing experience. No, there is nothing hidden in the art, just imagination. Let your imagination take you someplace else.
That's the cool thing about art, especially the abstract stuff, one never knows where the journey may lead them.
As a child I had a traumatic experience dealing with water .. And ever since I have had this fear of it. Since then I have learned to swim enough to get by, but to this day I still give water the power over me. I dislike boats, the deep end of the swimming pool, dark bottomed lakes, and of course the ocean. Sometimes I have bad dreams about drowning and being suffocated by water.
In a way this piece gives me to face this fear.. And maybe deep down inside, I need to create more art like this in order to release its hold on me. One may look at this art and feel trapped, which I did to at first glance. I felt my through tighten and my breathing rate increase. There was a tiny spark of anxiety forming from deep within..
**I changed my view and thus took away any power the fear was stealing. I saw the safety within the pilings, that are rigid and firmly planted. They aren't blocking my exit out of this water trap, but rather pointing the way to my freedom from within it. It was then when my thoughts began to shift, and only then did I notice the sleeping gull and beautiful reflections that soften the walls of the water box.
My mind was again at ease with the water world.
I really do have a terrible fear of water, and I was moved my this piece in the ways I spoke of above. But lets just leave me and my worries out of this for the moment...
I am NOT the only one around here who dislikes water...
I went to sleep the night before
And woke the next day paralyzed and wet
I had dreamt about sinking to the bottom
I dreamt about falling into the deep
I dreamt about my lungs filling with water
Over and over again until they could no more
It was just about over when I had awaken
I lay there thinking about it in vividness
I was letting it control my emotions
I had let it in to incubate its madness
I sat up and planted my feet on solid ground
Looking at the art and realizing something
I realized that I created this fear
I also see that the fear is my anchor
I cut the braided rope tied to my feet
I remove the false reality perceived as a life vest
Sinking wasn't an option anymore
I remembered I could swim just fine
I laid back down and drifted back to sleep
The waves swept in and carried me to sea
I no longer had an 'Envy For Solid Ground'
Yeah.. You got a poem out of me too. I guess you could call it a poem. Maybe we should just call it creative writing.
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