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As I gazed upon it, I thought, Wow, why have I never noticed it? I have passed this way more times than I can remember and yet It has never demanded my attention before. But, in that moment, there I was, mesmerised and inspired and feeling a huge need to capture the image and commit it to something more lasting so that I could possess it and keep it forever.
However almost immediately after my initial reaction, and completely out of nowhere I thought WHY? Why do I need to possess it, what is it that makes me want to own the moment. Can I not just enjoy it and appreciate it for what it is today? Tomorrow the tree will still be there and there will be a different picture for me to see, and different emotions for me to feel as with the passage of time, all things change.
As I continued on I began thinking about art. Is art really about the moment, an impulse, a sudden flash of inspiration, a eureka moment if you like. The moment when the sun hits the leaves and the tree explodes into colour, demanding your immediate attention and triggering a multitude of thoughts and emotions in the subconscious that initiates the desire to want to capture and possess it so that it will never be forgotten. Or is art more about preconceived ideas, planned conscious decisions executed in meticulous detail by the artist. The privilege that allows the artist to carefully choose and manipulate their subjects and then through exacting technique and use of colour and perspective, present them in a way that suggests to us what they really are and how we should see them. The artist's way to stop us in our tracks and demand our immediate attention, forcing us to question our own perspective of the piece. This is a tree. It's only a tree??