Is it in the Unseen Force of Memory?
Searching for the master's light...
CHROMATIC CAPTIVATION
Where
in the
artist’s brush
does the light live?
In oscillations
of the stroke? In the next
undulating wave of the
master’s soul? In alchemical
pigments, captured, refracted onto
canvas? Can light be coaxed, beguiled onto
canvas? Does light live in microscopic
clarities of naturalists, in the
halo of translucence of clasped
hands, in catchlights of soulful
irises, or in the
verve, the ardor of
the luminous
conduit
of a
soul?
© Linda Naylor
July 26, 2024
It wasn't until young adulthood that I began seeking my own understanding of the art world. Sure, there were trips to the Cincinnati Art Museum for the occasional special exhibit, and Cincinnati Music Hall for holiday theater productions. In the mid-1960s, our high school chorus was even invited with several other choruses to sing in the Cincinnati May Festival, an annual choral tradition first held in 1873.
My family did have the influence of my brother, Scott's, significant artistic talent. Scott spent 34 years sculpting commissioned …