There is the quiddity of the subject and the quiddity of the artist. The marriage of the two make the art work. And that includes a lot of stuff going on.
I spend hours sitting on my deck, surrounded by our woods. When it's not overcast in the mornings and late afternoons, I witness the most incredible light show as the sun bathes and dances over tree trunks, earth and foliage. And no matter how many times I attend this production, it always leaves me in a sense of awe. Sometimes I zoom in on a piece of it and draw.
Have a lovely Tuesday.
Dianne
3 comments:
I think this is what I was talking about on my blog when working on Prelude (no fugue) No. 4, that every note had to be "right," or else I would be lying to the audience.
Strange word. I had a sense of tension, foreboding and disarray, and thought you were in trouble. I was delighted to read on and discover you were nothing of the sort!
Quiddity. I like the sound of it. I think I shall add it to my vocabulary. :-)
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