Wishes of an Old Man Looking Back — Artist
I lived in Carmel,California for many years. Carmel was known as an artist colony in the early days of the 20th century. I often walked along the streets and wandered around the many art galleries.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmel-by-the-Sea,_California
Today whenever I see a work of art in nature I wish I could capture its essence and the beauty. Take for example the Tiger Lily. I take photos of them, but I fail to seize hold of the essence of the flowers. The camera intrudes much like cataracts obscuring the eyes with milky white fog. No matter how much I manipulate the photos in Photoshop, the result comes off as two-dimensional and uninspiring.
My brother Fred is an artist. He has an uncanny sense for color and structure, a sense which I lack. His choice of colors breathes life into the acrylics and produces images that literally break free from the canvass. Tap on the photos to see a sampling of his works. On page 2, I had a dream in which the paintings became three dimensional objects. And page three shows a simple still life.
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An Interview with Wyatt Waters from Kermit Carvell on Vimeo.
Oh, I wish I were an artist, then I could create colorful images and guide the capricious water colors until they produced recognizable scenes.
