Description 'To See A World In A Grain Of Sand' Bonnie Feaster ChapaCreated in 2014 from an original photo taken by Bonnie Feaster Chapa July 2012, at South Padre Island, Texas.My family and I were at the beach and I turned around and saw this moment. It was obvious it was this little girls first ever beach experience and her Mama was showing her the sand and reassuring her that those waves coming in and out were ok and there was nothing to be afraid of.Two years later, I kept coming back to this seemingly, at the time, insignificant picture. Little did I know there was so much more to see. I mean, I knew, but I didnt know. As most things do that grab me, I finally gave in and started to work on it because if I didnt, it was going to continue to haunt me. As I got further along, I started to notice that the water and the white foam capped waves on the beach no longer looked like that to me. It started to look like clouds in the sky and all at once it came together. They were not on the beach. They were in Heaven. Both of them. Literally.I have always believed that before babies are born, they are up there in Heaven and before its their time here on Earth, God and Angels choose our babies and know every hair on their head, every wrinkle on their tiny toes. They tell those babies everything there is to know about their waiting Mama that loves them, just as much as they are loved in Heaven. They have a destiny, a purpose and it is given to them there in Heaven and those Angels show them, while innocent, unborn and all knowing, what they can expect here, in our small insignificant incomparable world as we know it. This Angel is showing this little girl, by placing her hand on the sand that she can, in fact, as the title of this piece suggests, see the world in a grain of sand. She is Heaven sent. For how long or for what purpose, only God and the Angels know the answer.Auguries of Innocence is a poem written by William Blake. An augury is a sign of
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.