Description My great grandma, Granny Opal Humphres, had a fascination with poppies. She painted poppies all the time and there was always a tin coffee can with paint thinner and brushes sitting around soaking for the next masterpiece.I love poppies too. I like to watch their petals, like delicate, almost translucent whispers of color as they flutter like butterfly wings, blowing in the wind.Spring time in the Texas Hill Country is overwhelming with color. My husband, Frank and I, took a weekend trip to a B&B in Fredericksburg in April 2013 with my sister, her husband and some friends.When we got to where we were staying I asked my brother in law, 'When I start to get close to this area, I get a little flutter, don't you?' He asked me what that flutter was and I told him, 'You know, color flutter, like artsy fartsy flutter.' He quickly said he does not feel 'the flutter.' You have to know my 6'5', loud, crazy, truck loving, oil well drillin', Louisiana born, crawfish eatin', junk lovin', large and in charge brother in law to understand perfectly: nope, he's not feeling it. If it's rusted and covered in dirt, he feels it.'Poppies Under The Texas Sky' is as close as I can get to explaining the flutter. Like petals on a poppy in the wind, the flutter of color makes my heart dance. I think Granny Opal understood completely.Created from an original photo I took in Fredericksburg April 2013.Bonnie Feaster Chapa
Bonnie Chapa, Texas Member Since September 2013 Artist Statement In even the most perfect life, creative energy unfulfilled can be haunting. Right out of high school, the structure and dictates of a commercial art program snuffed out my artistic candle. Structure and organization are alive and well in my left brain, but trying to apply someone else’s demands to the right side of my brain was not a career I wanted to undertake. Another, more practical path seemed the best alternative to living where art equaled frustration. A degree in Environmental Health and Safety was about as far from art as I could get, but it fit my left brain perfectly. The best part of that career choice was finding the most incredible life partner and husband. Together, we have two beautiful, intelligent boys who are the delight of my life.
Our family discovered the Frio River, the coldest and most beautiful river in Texas. Cascading across the rocky foundation of the Texas Hill Country, gulping cold limestone springs into its flow, the Frio is an oasis every sun-burned Texan longs to fall into. Soon, my friends and family wanted to take home the images from the Frio, the Gulf of Mexico, the beaches, fields and vistas my camera captured. A digitally-created image of my two sons, sitting arm-in-arm beside the glittering Frio, set in motion the interest and demand for this artistic pursuit that cannot be denied. Now, my images that first appeared on my mother’s wall, can be found in prints, on canvasses, phone covers, and pillows across Central Texas. Every day, someone asks, “Bonnie, what’s next?”
I hear color the way others hear music. I love photography, and capturing beautiful scenes or colorful patterns around us in Central Texas has always been another frustration because no matter how beautiful the photograph turns out, the music of the colors and patterns I saw through the lens is muted for me. When we fell under the spell of the Frio River in the Texas Hill Country, I began to see images in my photographs that would not be silenced, and I found the music again with digital photomanipulation.
I "see" the art the image can become, and I know I can recreate the image that still plays in my heart. That discovery unleashed the creativity I set aside so long ago, and my perfect life has become round, and full and bursting with life. I have always felt I was the lucky one – the one who had her cake, and dessert never ended. Now, this medium and the treasure that I find in the images I create are the icing I didn’t know was missing. This symphony of color, form, function and symmetry takes my breath away, and I can play it again and again as the image becomes the reflection of my vision, and more.