Barefoot in the Grass
My dear friend and phenomenal photographer, Cassie Fox, took the most breathtaking portrait of herself and her son titled Barefoot in the Grass. Words can not accurately describe how I feel when I look at her work. Aching is probably the closest adjective. I’m incredibly lucky to know her personally because her heart is as beautiful as her work. To be loved by her is a gift.
Her emotive and sometimes haunting work brings to the surface all the emotions at once. Much like mixing all the colors on the palette, the mind mixes all the emotions and in its sometimes overwhelming confusion, the aching results.
I ache also because I long to create my own images again. Between life, my health and everyone I’m responsible for caring for, I don’t have the time or energy to devote to what I want to do most–create. Whether it’s on cloth, paper, cellulose or a digital chip, I have an unsated need to pour my creative energy into something tangible.
To those whose calling isn’t artistic expression, this entry will be melodramatic; to those who open their soul for all to see, no matter the medium, it will be perfectly understood.
