DescriptionIt had been raining for days, it seemed, as I waited for time to pass so that I could go outside again. After breaking my foot and suffering one month house bound, I really, badly needed to smell fresh air again and get the creative juices flowing again. Actually I was wondering if they were still there. It did finally quit raining one second Sunday of the week. But, oh my. My yard is always wet, but after days of rain it was literally three inches of standing rain over thick and muddy clay. Not being easily deterred from a photographic adventure, I set out. Okay. So I did decide that this day was too wet-- for my camera. Two days later I finally slithered out of the house and down the steps and across the yard, using two rugs to assist me by first tossing one and then the other before me as I went--on all fours. (I am not yet allowed to stand on my broken foot.) I soon gave this system up as the rugs got so muddy and heavy that I only got dirtier as I went. Crawl, crawl, crawl. I finally reached my back garden which, this year, is all weeds. Except for the hostas. They cannot be killed. Being already on the ground, I noticed some sparkles tucked in among the rocks and hosta leaves. Peering more closely, I saw the wisps of a very slender spider's web. Dancing on the wisps were raindrops appearing as small orbs, small universes. They appeared as no raindrop I had ever seen. They were magical. They were lights in the darkness. They grasped and held my attention. I did not know my imagination had gone until I felt it come back. They were a gift to me, welcoming me back to the outside world and my camera back into my hand.
Brenda Leitow Member Since October 2009 Artist Statement Photography is one of the most essential things to a happy life, in my world. Every time I get out my camera I go out and bathe myself in light and color and line and texture... and everything in the world around me. Photography is a very emotional art for me. When I take photos in the rain, or in the morning dew, or when the light gets soft near sunset, or sharp at sunrise, the light creates such an atmosphere that I can almost feel the colors melting right into my being, creating their lasting impressions. My job as an artist is to capture colors, not always as I see them, but also how I imagine them to be. I manipulate light and color to my desire. It's rather like a prism, bending the light, showing color. Only as a photographer I bend the light less precisely, leaving some breathing space for the light to find its own path. The light creates itself in that way, taking away my control, and does amazing things with color that never even occurred to me to imagine.
If you wish to read more about me and my art, follow the link below. Linda Scott Galok has written a wonderful feature that showcases many pieces of my work and details what it's like for me to live with bipolar disorder.