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I don't cry much. I used to, but since my dad died in 2004, it's a really rare thing. That being said, there is one big exception to that rule.
I believe artists see things a little differently than most people. When I look at a tree, for example, I don't see leaves and branches. I see shapes, color, and different values of those colors. A leaf on the front part of a tree is the same color as a leaf on the back of the tree, but when you look at them in relation to each other, they have different shades, or values, of that color. One may be dark, and the other one light, but they are nevertheless the same color if you were to put them side by side. If you look at the branches, those branches against a dark background appear lighter, and those against a light background (like the sky) appear as dark. The branches would be pretty much the same color if side-by-side.
I say all that because sometimes when I look at a landscape, I can be overwhelmed with emotion. I imagine what I would do to make my impression of the scene, how it would be composed, how I would want it to look. I think about the colors I would use - how they would be mixed, and how they would work with each other. Many times, I've been moved to tears just looking at a scene. And there have been times I have finished a painting, and it has brought me to tears realizing I have just created my own impression, and that work like that is inside of me.
I remember one of my first experiences looking at an original painting by Salvador Dali at the museum in St.Petersburg, FL. I remember looking at "The Discovery of America by Christopher Columbus," which is about 13 feet high, and standing there, frozen, moved with emotion. It went deep and I felt a little embarrassed standing there in the middle of a museum crying. I remember feeling like I was part of the painting, part of the time, and as if I was experiencing the moment Dali captured on canvas. I was experiencing Dali at that moment. I experienced his emotion, his essence, his hands at work. It was a powerful experience.
My friend, Johny Rosa always says art is emotional. And it is. I've felt it and experienced it in many ways. When I paint, it is a spiritual experience, and it evokes emotion that makes its way onto a canvas through my hands. Emotion. Love. Peace. Frustration. Joy. It's all there in the artist's hands. People experience that when they see a scene that is familiar, and reminds them of a place, a time, or an experience.
Art. It can evoke strong emotion. I am glad to share that with you.
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