Disparate




What goes together?


What makes our mind register
a commonality in disparate objects?  


At what point does nature stop and art begin?


Dive into the questions.

In nature, life, love and art.

Comments

Unknown said…
Marvelous for sure.
QMM
February 20, 2012 at 12:40 PM
Anonymous said…
Yes, I agree...
February 20, 2012 at 3:17 PM
A.Smith said…
All is One. There are no barriers, no limits, no horizons that we do not create ourselves. Or make invisible by ourselves in the pursuit of beauty and art. The greatest miracle of our brain is that we can find beauty when we need it most and seldom fails to find the way to "there".

These shots are exquisite, then what is new? :)
February 20, 2012 at 4:45 PM
She Who Doodles said…
nature is a work of art.
February 21, 2012 at 2:45 PM
deb did it said…
I believe that in Nature, art is happening and displayed all the time.
But we as artists, capture Nature, and create ART..we paint a flower, photograph a sunset, we sculpt, quilt, carve, write, sing, cook with nature. It all starts with Nature.
Observe the color wheel.
Observe the petals of a flower. Observe the dense colors of a sunrise or sunset.
Observe nature.

Then, and only then will ART take place.
February 22, 2012 at 5:20 PM
Anonymous said…
They all remind me of Dr Suess characters...wonderful!

Meri, I'm traveling, never sure when I can get back here, I have some JOY to share if you'd link for me...
http://rodrigvitzstyle.typepad.com/rodrigvitz_style/2012/02/citrus-warmth.html

x...x
February 22, 2012 at 7:08 PM
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