Confession time. I was a science major. There, I said it. It’s out. What a relief! Does that mean I am not also an artist? Well frankly, I sure thought so. In fact, I could make you a chart quantifying my non-artistic characteristics. (My friends are shaking their collective heads right now both in exasperation and agreement- I really will make you a chart. It will be a work of art.) I thought people were basically artists or scientists. And every other “ist” was just a branch of those two categories. Clearly, I spent too much time on Linnaeus. In my overly dichotomous mind, I am a scientist. I definitely see the world through that lens. Even when I am literally looking through my lens, I see the world that way. I just don’t see these as mutually exclusive anymore. We bring the totality of our experiences, feelings, culture and education to everything we do. My lens is the curious mind of a scientist. In that way, I see the miracle of life on earth in everything I look at. I am amazed by the changing color of a leaf in fall partially because I know that there are millions of biochemical reactions taking place to preserve the plant’s life through the harsh winter. I find the graceful ballet of hunting Great Blue Heron even more mesmerizing because I understand the dance of form and function evolution has perfected. I see the predictable demise of an abandoned crane perched precariously over a river bank poetic – even elegant- because I know the awesome power of nature and the inevitability of entropy.
The truth is I haven’t changed. In reflection, I have probably always been an artist. At some point, someone or some experience led me to believe that I was not an artist or perhaps just that I was a scientist. It is really not an “either/or” world though. It is an “and” world. One can be a scientist and an artist. Or as my dear friend Madeleine says, a Princess and an MBA. I see the world not just through my eyes, but through my heart, my experience, my culture, and my education. I create through all of those as well. And that, after all, is the root of art- creation in all its diverse forms and from all its diverse perspectives. It is easy to box ourselves into one picture of who we are. People, every last one of us, are complex and limited only by how we conceive ourselves. Oh sure, we have roles. But we are not those roles. We are much more than that. Imagine how you might see the world if you let go- just a little bit- of the who you think you are or the who think you should be and became the who you already are. I am an artist (and a whole bunch of other things).
The photograph below, entitled The Crane, was taken on the Snohomish River in early spring. The crane extends on the riverbank, a monument to the days of logging traffic on the river. I used black and white to bring out the textures of the emerging buds and show the similarity between the man-made and natural elements. This an example of my awe of the forces of nature. Though glacial in speed, nature always prevails.
(1/1000 Sec, f/5.6, 800 ISO, 280mm)
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It’s important for our girls to see the marriage of art and science through the actions of strong women who they admire. Madeliene says “thank you!”
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Thanks to you and Madeleine!
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