My colour - your colour blending unseen against solidity As pattern is introduced My being warps it Becomes visible Clearly refracting seen only as a distortion of your regularity bending the very rays and become visible against them perfect imperfection reveals a passing lens I remember falling past you on my way to a fluidic oblivion caught the relic of a splash I made when I was someone else
Water and the refraction of light are common themes in my work. I remember being in primary school and realising that things were visible only if they shone with their own light or reflected light into my eyes. I had this little mirror I used to take to school and I would play games with it like positioning it in the grass on the oval at just the right angle so that it effectively disappeared. I would then spin around or close my eyes for a time, and proceed to look for it … could I pick out the tiny replication that signalled where the reflection was? That moment of suspense when I thought that perhaps, this time I had actually lost the mirror… upon reflection (no pun intended) I was maybe a little odd as a child. Not that much has changed, I was in love with light even then.
When did you realise you were in love with light? Was there a moment when you really noticed it … noticed it or simply became aware of it? Do tell π
That you DID this as a child, Geoff, let alone remember it, just amazes me. I have no memory whatsoever of when I became aware of light in any way…except a few years ago when taking up photography seriously!
What a wonderful image!
Thanks Ginnie … I remember lots of strange things I did as a child π
Thanks again for the mentions on your blog and welcome to the world of the oculus!
Wonderful image and I like thwe words too!
Thank you Birgitta π
I love light but just can’t seem to get a handle on it . . . it’s all to often playful and evasive.
It’s a slippery thing for sure … so present yet intangible … thanks π
LIGHT-yes, I recall basking in sunbeams transporting glorious dust motes at about age four or five, convinced that I’d discovered magic, wondering why no body else was excited by it. That hasn’t changed. There are lots of us who were/are, odd little children:) Love the mirror toting:)
You had discovered magic and I can see in your work that you see it still and I like that very much π
I love the ripples on the water surface and how the falling drop is slightly deformed, yet frozen in the moment. The reflection of the checkerboard background makes it look natural and bizarre at the same time. The words sing along nicely with the falling drop and I like them a lot. And your childhood mirror quest sounds lovely π
As for the light, I’m not sure if I remember when and how I discovered it but right now I would imagine it was probably as sparkleor glimmer on a water surface. I miss the sunlight in winter and envy it summer eben though it makes me sleepy sometimes. I always had problems to fall asleep and remember that as a child I used to glare into a light bulb with the hope it would help. I’m still curious why looking into the sun sometimes makes me sneeze and one of my favourite moments is to look into the sun while being underwater in the sea.
Thank you … your replies always make me smile. Apparently it’s an unexplained phenomena this looking at the sun causing sneezes. I wonder if it’s part of an evolutionary adaptation to not look at the sun …who knows! Did the staring into the light bulb help you sleep? I guess if you can’t remember then it must have π
The sparkle of sun on water always makes me feel calm π
WOW – NICELY DONE!! A TRUE SUSPENSE!!
This image is mesmerizing, pulling me into its contrast and play with light and shapes. Each time that I take a photograph, I am reminded of the importance of light. It’s one of the forces that pushes me to continue the journey. Shadows are on my mind constantly. Thanks for another one of your inspirational works, Sally
You’re welcome Sally. There’s a depth about this one that rewards extended viewing … wish I could say that about all my pictures π
haha – you remind me of a younger me but instead of being in love with light (which I would say I am now) I was filled with a great feeling of sadness and betrayal when I realised what light and colour were about – the realisation that colours only exist with light – I wrote a poem about it ‘a letter to colour’ http://gabriellebryden.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/a-letter-to-colour/ I remember the day in primary school vividly when the teacher explained colour.
Thank you Gabe for sharing your poem. It must have been shattering to discover what you did and to feel betrayed by colour … fickle stuff at the best of times π
I now also have a clearer notion of our discussion on rainbows!
I was very depressed at the time – kept it all to myself of course (Why are you sad? I’m upset about the betrayal of colour! Odd child that … ) π
Odd child indeed π
Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
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