|So you remember this?|
Well, I tell you what!
It exploded my small farm world and filled my mind with questions for which there no answers available to this farm girl. Each magazine was thumbed and read to pieces by the entire family.
“Class Artist” was my nickname then, because pencil and paper were always in my hands. And now, the Nat’l Geo. was a powerful source from which images poured…flowers, towering trees, and exotic animals.
Then at age 17, a strange metamorphism happened. The photos had always been my source; now the captions, stories, and the people hit me in their significance. It was as if the faces and dark eyes leaped out at me, saying, “Look at me! Understand me!”
Where my pencil had loved flowers and birds before, now my paper flew through fingers as I tried to capture the courage, sorrow, fear, grief and more of people far way. Peering into their hollow pained eyes, I realized that glass-domed farm-world in which I lived was about to shatter. At least for me, this would propel me out into other places.
|2014 NG photo contest winner|
Faces like these captured me.