Showing posts with label Owls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Owls. Show all posts

4/06/2012

Suspended...

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...tonight's moon,
on its lofty perch within the branches of the old fir...
or so it seemed.

That owl...
just a figment of my imagination.
I like to think of them out there...flying soundlessly, unseen,
doing what owls do when the moon is full.

Spring seems to have arrived
and I'm no longer feeling caught between...




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Thank you to Skeletal Mess for creating the 'old photo' texture
and to Matt Tillett for sharing his wonderful barn owl...




9/22/2011

Transparency in many forms

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I have been coming to some personal conclusions about transparency.  I started by asking, 
what else defines transparency besides the ability
to see through something?



Can transparency add another dimension to a point of view
like the turning of perception
upside down?


Since my last post about watercolor, I've been thinking a lot about this subject
so I went to various dictionaries looking for definitions of the word "transparent"
and after diving into the collection of images over on Tumblr,
finally, some thoughts are coming together...

Note:  click on the highlighted word(s) under each photo to go to the Tumblr source and photo credit.

Defined as:   allowing radiation to pass through with little or no resistance...


...so fine in texture that it can be seen through...


...open in texture, gauzy...


...sheer enough for light to pass through...




...neither opaque,



With those descriptions in mind, I searched for examples of transparency
in various art forms from artists engaged in differing mediums, 
to see how they might visualize and create something transparent
in their own unique way.
Some may not have been thinking about transparency at all 
(most were probably not)
this is only my very subjective interpretation...


Photographers manipulate images with layers & textures these days, 
setting opacity levels from practically opaque to almost 
completely transparent,
combining subjects in such a way that new worlds are presented,
amazing worlds of the imagination...


For centuries, photographers have used the power of backlighting to create luminosity,


draw our attention to what is important to them,


and capture extraordinary moments that were about being in the right place, at the right time.


This piece is entitled "She Lied" by Jean Myers...
isn't this also transparency of emotion?

mixed media used to great effect...


and here in 'Essence' by Wen Redmond...


'The Night of Many Promises' painted by Joanne Williams...


Some may wonder at this one,
but in this painting/illustration of an owl by K. Mijadzava
there is so much depth in those feathers from the transparency of meticulous brush strokes,
layer upon layer...


Textile artists know the power of silk ~ so strong for something so sheer...


some strong crochet, like a spider's web.


This maker, Ryo Yamada, took their art installation outdoors...
'Vertical Landscape'
sways in the breeze, makes me think of ghosts dancing


while this makes me want to pick up needle and thread,
layer cloth, stitch something beautiful.
If I only had this skill.
I wonder if the woman who stitched this Edwardian tea apron would have
ever imagined that a hundred years later another woman
might look at her handwork with such admiration that she wished it were her own...

My transparent sincerity.


In a 'Paris Review' interview, poet Stanley Kunitz (then in his seventies) said this:

At my age, after you're done - or ruefully think you're done - with the nagging anxieties
and complications of your youth, what is there left for you to confront but the great
simplicities?  I never tire of birdsong and sky and weather.  I want to write poems that are
natural, luminous, deep, spare.  I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through
and see the world.




8/31/2010

Owls returning...

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Owl encounters are not uncommon in these parts.  If the surrounds are suitable, the eats plentiful, chances are good for visitations.   Several species have habitat here and while most visits are welcome, the occasional traveller can be a bit alarming...

The first autumn in this house surrounded by woods, a juvenile barn owl must have decided to explore the chimney opening a bit too closely and fell right down the shaft.  Alone here at the time, I had no idea what was causing all the racket -- all I knew was that unnerving sounds of shuffling and scratching were coming from inside the chimney and something ALIVE was trapped.  The damper was closed so no chance of said creature escaping into the house, but how in the world was I going to get this poor trapped thing, out?


Good friend Sam, well versed in all things animal and raptor-like, responded in his utterly  chivalrous and true Sam style (as he has since done several times over the years) and arrived armed with everything one might need for a rescue.  The plan was to temporarily "blind" whatever it was with that bright shop light you see glowing within the fireplace.  Then s-l-o-w-l-y, push the damper up in the hope of releasing the misfortunate one...whatever IT was.  Much to our surprise and amazement, this youngster plopped out.  By all appearances unscathed, he was nevertheless very peeved.  Barn owls can throw quite the hissy fit, literally.  Here he is protesting at the top of his lungs.  Please pardon the blurry photos -- it was quite the moment!


My young visitor was soon released into the night, gliding away on little grateful wings, I'm sure.  A successful outcome and a good memory.

This lucky Great horned (see the garter snake he's gobbling?) was one of last years welcome visitors, having decided to devour its meal *outside* on the front gate arbor rather than, shall we say, showing up at the dinner table or somewhere else meant more for humans.  


The past few nights I've heard them...owls in the woods again, hooting it up .  Although it's the last day of August, my most favorite heralds of autumn have certainly returned.  I checked the damper -- it's closed.  :>]]

Painting by Valentine Cameron Prinsep,  first exhibited 1863
~ Il Barbagianni (The Owl) ~