Some of you may recognize this picture, my attempt of capturing Butters-short for Buttercups-fetching/retrieving balls in our cold lake. I almost erased this picture, not exactly sure what I was proving with it. It does not contain a full body, nor does it tell you about the medium/background. It is a vignette, a moment in time, dislodged and uncontexted.
Most of our moments are like this. Artists/writers see these moments and are able to contemplate their uniqueness, their lines, the feelings they evoke. Artists can separate a moment, a feeling and shower their attention to it.
Sometimes, freezing a moment and framing it, helps us appreciate the fluidity of our lives, the impermanence of it all.
We have stopped life by art.
Art becomes a beautiful feeling captured.
And art makes life worth living.
THIS THEME and more are explored in The Elegance of the Hedgehog, by Muriel Barberry.
For a review of this book, visit ds at http://thirdstoreywindow.blogspot.com/
(p.s. blogger spelling tool questions odd things I do, such as the spelling of uncontexted. What would you do?)