Abstracts

There are probably as many definitions of abstraction as there are practitioners of it. For me, it’s a door into my imagination: I see something out in the world, or a voice whispers “Look over there!”, and when I do it’s usually a fully assembled composition, made up of lines or arrangement of shapes or textures or a conflagration of color or a spectrum of tone and shadow, all of which has magically arrayed itself before me. I don’t make it; all I do is recognize it and click the shutter. I love realism as much as the next guy, but a camera doesn’t have a Realism button that’s locked in place.