Epiphany

I vividly remember leaving my first oil painting class in Boston years ago. With my my box of paints and brushes in one hand and a big sketch book in the other, I walked with new eyes. The world seemed transformed to me, into a giant canvas. Everything waited patiently to be immortalized into a vision in oil paint; sharp here, soft and blurred there, colorful, dull, straight lines, alluring curves. It was a sort of visual epiphany.

Not so long ago, I started taking photography classes obediently enough, just taking another technical class because the ones I required were once again discontinued. I had a modest little point & shoot which was acceptable for the class. I wasn't interested in creating art, not with a camera at least. Painting was my expression of line and color.

Little did I realize I would soon be feverishly re-looking up photographers I had long been familiar with to study their styles anew. And researching new photographers that had a unique way of describing this strange, wonderful world we live in. Seeing the world for every nuance it had to offer, and yes, wanting to make art. With a camera.

A true artist is not restricted to a single medium. She uses all the tools available to her to convey thoughts, ideas and experiences to others. The need to communicate these experiences is essentially human.

What are your thoughts?