artist - amy j greving
Remember it is me and I'm allowed a few spelling, punctuation and sentence structure errors now and then.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Sky: Who can't see it?
It was a tough day yesterday. It was even more difficult for my husband and his family. I'm not going to go into all the details in this post, but it does have to go with the difficult decisions you have to make with a loved one going through the terrible disease of Alzheimer's.
It's amazing to me when you experience days like these you at some point get the gift of clarity that God is in control. We came home as the sun was setting. As I rounded the corner and looked out over the lake, this is what I saw. Wow! I grabbed my camera once again and rain down to the lake. After clicking off many different angles, I just stood there in amazement. The first thought that came into my mind was how can someone deny there is a God when night after night there is a new and different sunset. Each one unique and each one as beautiful as the next.
Life definitely is not about ourselves. Please, don't forget to find joy in each day. Even the tough days.
My art often begins with a single photograph, a reflection of my eye—an eye that is deeply attracted to the texture, pattern, and shape found in nature. Whether it is the intricate pattern on the bark of a tree, the gentle curve of a woman’s breast, or the smooth, shiny shapes of pebbles along the shores of Lake Superior, I seek to display the wonder of creation in its purest form.
From a single photograph, a single vision or impression, my art charts its own course. From photograph to canvas to sculpture, my hands become dirty, my fingernails caked with the mediums of art, and my heart becomes filled with joy as each piece blossoms, quite organically, into what it was meant to be.
I hope to help those who view my art to feel connected to nature. Perhaps it is not always obvious. But, quite possibly, the viewer will see in a new way and will feel a new appreciation for the organic elements around us.