Capturing the beauty scene in my eyes. From the esoteric to the blatant.
Its involuntary. What catches the eye is elusive as Syrinx. Marketing firms are paid billions every year to figure this out only to be successful less than fifty percent of the time. Its a mixture of color and form which no one has mastered.
This is why we all come here and seek that immortal, everlasting image, the one that says all and is all, the one that doesn't exist, yet we seek.
This is what compels us to meet strange people, in strange places with odd ideas and a millisecond of a a glimpse of those ideas as proof.
The scourge and judgmental nature fades upon discovery of elegant beauty and form, rich in a single frame of space. The human form is seen for what it is. Simple. Innocent. Inviting. Foreboding.
"Renoir... once said that were it not for the female body, he never could have become a painter. This is clear: there is love for women in each detail of the canvas, and love for self, and there is joy, and there is a degree of sensual integration that makes you want to weep, so beautiful it seems, and so elusive."
I can not say I would not have picked up a camera but for women but it is often why I can not put it down. JStone
"What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?"