Some things a tART just has to say.
I make these images using my
photographs, vintage photographs,
and vintage illustrations.
This image is from a photograph I took in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
I hope you
enjoy them!
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
tARTism #16
Friday, December 23, 2016
tARTism #15
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
tARTism #14: Color outside the lines.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
tARTism #13
Friday, December 9, 2016
tARTism #12: Own Your Fairy Princess
Thursday, December 1, 2016
tARTism #11
Thursday, November 24, 2016
tARTism #10
Some things a tART just has to say.
I make these images using my
photographs, vintage photographs,
and vintage illustrations. This particular image is from a photograph I took in South Carolina, I then alerted the image in the digital darkroom to fulfill the vision of the southern water I wished to convey.
I hope you
enjoy them!
Visit www.terryrowe.photography to see work for sale.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
tARTism #9
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
tARTism #8
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Pre-Dawn Walking
This morning the air was still and close, still the birds sang and the darkness was comfortable.
I take this walk every morning through my urban suburban neighborhood.
Each house is different, bungalows, farmhouses, colonials. Quirky, and since most are older each has evolved with it's own look and personality. Nothing like the new suburbs further out - so confusing with each house built the same with only slight differences in appearances.
The gardens around these houses too are vastly different
Some pristine and manicured, not a blade of grass higher than the other. Shrubbery controlled and pruned into exact shapes. Others overblown and lush, packed with blooming plants in numerous colors. A riot of color and smells. And here are the neglected yards, overgrown and weedy, a bit forlorn. A sad beauty in how the plants have take over. These lonely yards speak to me, feel familiar. I wonder if their keepers are just too busy to care for them, or don't care, or can't care. Maybe the neglect is a reflection of their spirits.
Each yard a refection of the spirit of the people who inhabit their space.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Make Every Day a Special Occasion
A recent change in my living arrangements required the division of household goods. The "good" everyday flatware was given up and I got the lesser 'make-do" flatware.
Using the less than lovely utensils was a daily reminder of settling, making do with something I had accepted for necessity but not for it's beauty.
In talking to a friend about the flatware I was reminded of grandmother's silver. Beautiful in look and feel, grandmother's silver was carefully packed away in the basement, being saved for special occasions.
Why do we save the best for other people? For special occasions? Why don't we treat ourselves as our own special guests?
I promptly donated the unloved stainless steel flatware, someone else will make good use of it. I unpacked grandmother's silver and use it everyday.
Every single time I pick up one of grandmother's silver pieces, a fork, a knife, a spoon, I am grateful to have something so beautiful to use. It is a true pleasure to have my every day be a special occasion, even if I'm the only one at the table.
What can you do to treat yourself as a special guest in your own life?
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Using the less than lovely utensils was a daily reminder of settling, making do with something I had accepted for necessity but not for it's beauty.
In talking to a friend about the flatware I was reminded of grandmother's silver. Beautiful in look and feel, grandmother's silver was carefully packed away in the basement, being saved for special occasions.
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| Grandmother's silver |
Why do we save the best for other people? For special occasions? Why don't we treat ourselves as our own special guests?
I promptly donated the unloved stainless steel flatware, someone else will make good use of it. I unpacked grandmother's silver and use it everyday.
Every single time I pick up one of grandmother's silver pieces, a fork, a knife, a spoon, I am grateful to have something so beautiful to use. It is a true pleasure to have my every day be a special occasion, even if I'm the only one at the table.
What can you do to treat yourself as a special guest in your own life?
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
The Promise of Paris
I am drawn to Paris, it calls me with a mysterious song that I want to learn the melody to.
Paris never a city I thought to see, but after two visits to France - bypassing Paris - I feel I have missed something vital.
The perceived romance of Paris captivates me.
Lovers strolling hand in hand. Gardens, flowers, art. The romantic patina of Paris - layers of history and years, stories told and untold.
Cafes to visit, to sit and linger over a coffee or later in the evening a glass or two of wine. Long, slow conversations about everything and nothing.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Paris never a city I thought to see, but after two visits to France - bypassing Paris - I feel I have missed something vital.
The perceived romance of Paris captivates me.
Lovers strolling hand in hand. Gardens, flowers, art. The romantic patina of Paris - layers of history and years, stories told and untold.
Cafes to visit, to sit and linger over a coffee or later in the evening a glass or two of wine. Long, slow conversations about everything and nothing.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Loved and Lost
This week I've traveled to Atlanta to photograph old cars (more on that later). But first, I wanted to visit Oakland Cemetery. Oakland has beautiful gardens and memorial statues.
One of the many reasons I wanted to visit Oakland was to visit this memorial to love. I'd seen it before but had neglected to read the inscription and the accompanying engraved plaques. The statue tells it's own story - a man and a woman leaning into each other. She is resting against him, her arm along his side. She's wearing a dress with bare feet, and gazing into the distance. He's turned toward her and totally focused on her while he combs her long hair. They are lovers, the tenderness and devotion is almost palpable.
The inscription: "To Love. To Passion. To Deb."
The engraved plaques tell more of the story. Deb, Deborah, was born in 1953 and she died in 2006 at age 53. Gerald, was born in 1959, his plaque awaits a second date...he lives on without her.
Loved and lost.
Oakland Cemetery:
Land for Oakland was purchased in 1850 and it was designed as a Victorian "rural" garden cemetery. Over the years it grew, and was eventually surrounded by the city of Atlanta and industry...still the gardens are beautiful, under renovation, and a quiet oasis. There's a lot more to the history of Oakland, it is now on the National Register of Historic Places, you can find more information here: http://www.oaklandcemetery.com/
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
One of the many reasons I wanted to visit Oakland was to visit this memorial to love. I'd seen it before but had neglected to read the inscription and the accompanying engraved plaques. The statue tells it's own story - a man and a woman leaning into each other. She is resting against him, her arm along his side. She's wearing a dress with bare feet, and gazing into the distance. He's turned toward her and totally focused on her while he combs her long hair. They are lovers, the tenderness and devotion is almost palpable.
The inscription: "To Love. To Passion. To Deb."
The engraved plaques tell more of the story. Deb, Deborah, was born in 1953 and she died in 2006 at age 53. Gerald, was born in 1959, his plaque awaits a second date...he lives on without her.
Loved and lost.
Oakland Cemetery:
Land for Oakland was purchased in 1850 and it was designed as a Victorian "rural" garden cemetery. Over the years it grew, and was eventually surrounded by the city of Atlanta and industry...still the gardens are beautiful, under renovation, and a quiet oasis. There's a lot more to the history of Oakland, it is now on the National Register of Historic Places, you can find more information here: http://www.oaklandcemetery.com/
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Friday, February 12, 2016
Winter's Landscape
There is beauty in every season.
Spring's beauty lies it shy emergence and delicate colors, a rising energy quickening the spirit.
Summer flaunts her lazy voluptuousness, bright colors, and hot languid days and nights.
Fall brings a different kind of quickening in the air, a feeling of brisk energy, bright colors exploding with one last passionate push.
Then there is winter...cold, silent, and seemingly dull. But winter. Winter speaks to my soul. She is truth laid bare, a promise of what might be, hope in the face of starkness. Winter touches my spirit with a frosty hand and reminds me that silence is a deepening treasure.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Hotel Rooms
Hotel rooms fascinate me. When I travel a hotel room is a private place for me to rest as I venture out away from my home. My own personal space for a night or two.
Room almost all have the same basic amenities...differences don't vary greatly between the different hotel chains. I often stay at the same brand chain - the accumulation of points, which will over a matter of time, maybe, earn me a free night is a minor incentive. It is comforting and, at the same time discomforting, that I can travel thousands of miles across the country to stay in a hotel room that is eerily similar to other rooms I've stayed in.
And some rooms, like the one pictured from an independent hotel, have their own quirky charm.
I often wonder about the other people who have passed through these spaces - what was their story? Who did they travel with? Family? Friends? What transpired between these walls? What secrets could the room tell?
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Room almost all have the same basic amenities...differences don't vary greatly between the different hotel chains. I often stay at the same brand chain - the accumulation of points, which will over a matter of time, maybe, earn me a free night is a minor incentive. It is comforting and, at the same time discomforting, that I can travel thousands of miles across the country to stay in a hotel room that is eerily similar to other rooms I've stayed in.
And some rooms, like the one pictured from an independent hotel, have their own quirky charm.
I often wonder about the other people who have passed through these spaces - what was their story? Who did they travel with? Family? Friends? What transpired between these walls? What secrets could the room tell?
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography. Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Hope
I hope for a time when we can hug for minutes instead of seconds,
and we can look into each other's eyes as long as we like.
I
hope for days when we don't care about the ticking of the clock
because
we'll be hypnotized by the beating of our hearts.
That's how we will
spend our days.
I hope for days where we will say I love
you more than just thinking it
and we will cry out our tears instead of
holding them in.
I hope for days where we can wear our hearts on the outside,
and stand in the sun as one.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography.
Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
Photography & prose by Terry Rowe.
Your visit & comments are appreciated.
You can see my art work or photographs at www.terryrowe.photography.
Any photographs in my blog are also available for purchase.
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