One form captures me in a more profound way, black and white art; photography, painting or sculpture. There is something about the simplicity of the forms that calms me, no deafening chorus of a multitude of colors making my brain hurt. Not that I am trying to disparage art that is colorful, there are pieces I love immensely and times I prefer them as well; maybe I’m fickle. I am just saying that if I was alone on a deserted island and I had to choose between the two my heart would go with the black and white. It would be a sad day indeed to have to choose. So for me when a painter makes a captivating painting using black and white I find it even more extraordinary. Another absolute love is photography in black and white, especially with people. I find that it captures our true essence unsullied by color. It is like an equalizer of sorts. All of the preconceived notions that come with color are forgotten, here we just see a person without all the extra; a truer self maybe?
Maybe talking about black and white is too simple because I am really talking about a spectrum of color from black to white, with all of those lovely grays in between. So it isn’t as simple as one would imagine and therein lies the simplicity of its complexity. We are drawn in by its subtlety. I am fine with that. I prefer to be tricked, to be taken in subconsciously. I don’t feel forced or overtaken brutishly. Like a dream I am somewhere else without knowing it. I myself have tried my hand a few times to see if I could capture something more with just the bare minimum of colors. It is challenging in its own way but I have still enjoyed the adventure. Now, for your viewing pleasure.