Post by winka on May 10, 2009 17:51:42 GMT -5
You know, I looked at that windmill a lot. I'm not sure why, exactly, I think I was trying to figure it out. I even found myself at photobucket one time looking at it. Actually saying this makes me sound and feel like a crow that found a brass ring. Not sure if that makes sense, but oh well.
I like this one, too. Your own work, huh? I'm jealous...I only swiped a snapshot from Southland Tales, cropped and scaled it (the previous one was Eddie Griffin in The New Guy) and Inkscape is unwieldy for some things. Anyways, kickass
I won as a student in the Macworld show in SF.and it was shown at several digital shows across the US.
The wind mill pic has a story, as do many of my drawings that are memories from growing up on a farm . Here is the "artists statement" that I submit with the original prints in a much larger version(350 DPI,14x12) which is titled See Forever .
See Forever is one of a series of digital paintings of scenes from my childhood in West Texas. “I wanted to recreate scenes from my past that are imprinted in my mind’s eye and are a part of who I am. You could say I’m taking photos that never were.” See Forever is the picture of a six-year old girl’s climb up the side of a windmill to view unseen horizons, and her terrified realization of how high she’d climbed. “I couldn’t see the ladder’s rungs beneath me as I began my shaky, tentative decent. My mother, who had been searching for me, discovered me clinging to the windmill’s ladder. She coaxed me to the earth in a calm, matter-of-fact voice, and kept my panic at bay.”
This one that I use as my avatar now also won a student prize and various other show prizes. It is titled Cool Drink. The artist statement for this one is as follows:
Windmills provided drinking water from deep wells, even when the fields were bone dry.
The water barrel sat by the windmill and contained a variety of childhood pleasures, as well as creating a phobia that followed me into childhood. The overflow collected in the wooden barrel and was the only source of cool on those hot summer days. Although the water from the tap was clear, the barrel's water shimmered with shades of blues and greens reflecting the algae collecting on the wet staves, making it difficult to see the bottom.
As a young girl, the shifting, shimmering colors hypnotized me and struck a chord of fear for what lay at the bottom. But the cool drink was always welcome.
I still have trouble trusting anyplace where I can’t see the bottom.