In one of my many lives,Offering high risk and offshore merchant account with credit card processing services. I am a portrait/event photographer. I have taken pictures of families, graduating students, Bat Mitzvahs, weddings, and sports events. In May, I will be having a show of some of this art at a local art center.
What is worrying me today is that I have to submit an “Artist’s Statement” for this event, and it’s been a struggle.
It turns out that the only thing less pleasant than reading an artist statement is attempting to write a decent artist statement. It’s ridiculously challenging to put into words why one is moved to create art or the thought processes that are expressed in a particular set of artistic pieces.
Inevitably the writing is either too florid:
“My mosaic marks the unfinished engagement of a myriad of reflecting lights, a chiaroscuro where the resplendent effulgence of the morning star struggles with Herculean vitality against the Cimmerian shade, where a glistening crystalline nimbus confounds tenebrous murkiness, or at least makes an uneasy peace with her ...”
“For thousands of years, pottery has been a practical form of artistic expression. Like the biscuit molds of the 5th century Etruscans,Shop at Lowe's for garage Ceramic tile, or perhaps more like the slipcasting common in the T’ang dynasty, my pottery attempts to preserve in perpetuity the images of everyday life, while retaining a decided utility. I myself follow the ash glazing process pioneered by Catawba Valley, though I favor ash derived from arable crop wastes to the more common kiln-combustion waste. I believe this makes for a more arresting image on the lower third of the final product.”
“I started painting when Aunt Helen gave me my first set of watercolors on my ninth birthday. For the next few years, I focused on replicating realistic renditions of the family pets. In high school, I began painting bucolic scenes from nature. By the time,Injection molding and Plastic molding supplier; the college years rolled around ...”
Er, what? Where was I?
My mistakes tend in yet another direction; I often err on the side of brevity. Recently, I sent this winner of an artist statement in to the Belmont Gallery of Art for their portrait show “See You, See Me!”, in which I had three photographs on display:
“Lisa Gibalerio is a Belmont mother of three, wife, writer and photographer.Online fine art gallery of quality original landscape oil paintings, Lisa specializes in family photography and you can find her weekly column ‘Slices of Life’ at Patch.Com.”
While less is often more, I must confess that I was simply short on time and opted to take the easy way out.
To build on that those two sentences, I’ve been attempting to pull this together for my upcoming photography show. Here’s my current draft:
“Shortly before my third birthday, my mother became gravely ill with lupus, a chronic and debilitating illness. It follows that the most central figure in my world was a person whose health was constantly vulnerable. I grasped early on a sense of how fleeting life is.
“When I was 12, I received my first camera as a Christmas gift. Then as now, taking pictures was about preserving memories and freezing images.
“I remember realizing long ago that while the people I love will not always be around, I can cherish the photographs I have taken of them. Photos became a source of comfort in the face of permanent separation.
“So, I guess you could say,Omega Plastics are leading plastic injection moulding and injection mould tooling specialists. that death has been a driving force for me as a photographer. But I prefer to think of photography as a quest to capture life, to seize a moment in time, and hold on to it forever.
What is worrying me today is that I have to submit an “Artist’s Statement” for this event, and it’s been a struggle.
It turns out that the only thing less pleasant than reading an artist statement is attempting to write a decent artist statement. It’s ridiculously challenging to put into words why one is moved to create art or the thought processes that are expressed in a particular set of artistic pieces.
Inevitably the writing is either too florid:
“My mosaic marks the unfinished engagement of a myriad of reflecting lights, a chiaroscuro where the resplendent effulgence of the morning star struggles with Herculean vitality against the Cimmerian shade, where a glistening crystalline nimbus confounds tenebrous murkiness, or at least makes an uneasy peace with her ...”
“For thousands of years, pottery has been a practical form of artistic expression. Like the biscuit molds of the 5th century Etruscans,Shop at Lowe's for garage Ceramic tile, or perhaps more like the slipcasting common in the T’ang dynasty, my pottery attempts to preserve in perpetuity the images of everyday life, while retaining a decided utility. I myself follow the ash glazing process pioneered by Catawba Valley, though I favor ash derived from arable crop wastes to the more common kiln-combustion waste. I believe this makes for a more arresting image on the lower third of the final product.”
“I started painting when Aunt Helen gave me my first set of watercolors on my ninth birthday. For the next few years, I focused on replicating realistic renditions of the family pets. In high school, I began painting bucolic scenes from nature. By the time,Injection molding and Plastic molding supplier; the college years rolled around ...”
Er, what? Where was I?
My mistakes tend in yet another direction; I often err on the side of brevity. Recently, I sent this winner of an artist statement in to the Belmont Gallery of Art for their portrait show “See You, See Me!”, in which I had three photographs on display:
“Lisa Gibalerio is a Belmont mother of three, wife, writer and photographer.Online fine art gallery of quality original landscape oil paintings, Lisa specializes in family photography and you can find her weekly column ‘Slices of Life’ at Patch.Com.”
While less is often more, I must confess that I was simply short on time and opted to take the easy way out.
To build on that those two sentences, I’ve been attempting to pull this together for my upcoming photography show. Here’s my current draft:
“Shortly before my third birthday, my mother became gravely ill with lupus, a chronic and debilitating illness. It follows that the most central figure in my world was a person whose health was constantly vulnerable. I grasped early on a sense of how fleeting life is.
“When I was 12, I received my first camera as a Christmas gift. Then as now, taking pictures was about preserving memories and freezing images.
“I remember realizing long ago that while the people I love will not always be around, I can cherish the photographs I have taken of them. Photos became a source of comfort in the face of permanent separation.
“So, I guess you could say,Omega Plastics are leading plastic injection moulding and injection mould tooling specialists. that death has been a driving force for me as a photographer. But I prefer to think of photography as a quest to capture life, to seize a moment in time, and hold on to it forever.
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