For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a reflective surface, it could be light bent from behind an object, or it could mean remedial math homework: the choice is completely up to you. I’m looking forward to seeing how you interpret “refraction.”
Well that’s a tough one Kevin! But I’m giving it a go. back in June a had a birthday day out to Broomhill Sculpture Garden in north Devon. I posted photos a couple of times because I absolutely love sculpture and there is some remarkable work there. For some reason I held back the photos of one of my favourites, this challenge turns out to be why. I remember turning the corner on a wooded path and seeing this amazing blue light. Every movement you make around it shows a different image, I hope you like it as much as I did.
Recently I’ve collected various bits of debris on the beach to recycle and thinking about what is art. I consider myself to be quite creative and open to ideas, but art is very subjective isn’t it? I may be interested in Tracey Emin but I wouldn’t want to take her work home.
Broomhill sculpture garden has many thought provoking pieces, here are four, each with a close up,
From “Don’t judge a book by its cover” to “Don’t look at the jug, but at what it contains” (an old Rabbinic saying), we’re constantly taught that the contents of things are more important than the vessels, wrappers, and boxes that hold them in place. This week, let’s give outer shells their due and focus our lenses on things that contain other things.
Says Ben Huberman, at the Daily Post.
I love containers, who doesn’t? They are full of feminine symbolism. I decided to snap a few of my favourite containers.
My last photo, the only one in colour, is a painting contained in a frame. It was painted for me by Stuart Whitelaw, and brought all the way from Australia when he and Christine visited last month. It is of the beautiful lotus leaves on the dam at Dadirri, Christine’s favourite plants.
I’m sharing this photo of a sculpture at Broomhill, just because I like it. Why do I like it? She reminds me of me. The curl of her lips, pouting like I did as a child, still do when I’m playing mardy. Her nose doesn’t have a round upturned blob like mine, she’s far more elegant. It’s more her personality, she looks feisty, stroppy, possibly because she’s just had a fight with her hair. Second thoughts maybe she isn’t stroppy, she could be sorrowful, frightened or in pain. She could have been reprimanded, punished for some real or imagined misdemeanour. So she isn’t me after all.
How strange that I have endowed her with a personality and lots of potential stories. It’s interesting how we each interpret art, perhaps you could tell me what you see? I wonder what the sculptor, from Zimbabwe I believe, was intending to show and if she is based on a real person. I guess I’ll never know. Is there a piece of art that you identify with? Let me know in a comment or with a link?