I’m just at the beading phase of my new weaving ‘Victoria’ the name of the city on Vancouver Island where I’ve lived over ten years this second time around.

I’m just at the beading phase of my new weaving ‘Victoria’ the name of the city on Vancouver Island where I’ve lived over ten years this second time around.


Perhaps, like me, you’ve come to see
the Artists we most Celebrate,
in every Art that we create,
succeed through geographical Location
and supporting networks-Association.
How often Celebrated Art is a case
depending on glue and glamour of place,
depending on who it is Artists know,
spreading that glamour wherever they go.
On the global ‘Web’ I’ve come to see
Artistic Treasures to buy or admire for free
by Artists outside the Great Art Game,
not following the rules for Fortune and Fame
or knowing those who invest to profit and win
more wealth through Art and Artists now ‘in’.
I Celebrate Artists who stand apart
quietly creating their wondrous Art.
February 7, 2021
Shelley Wilson


When I photographed these yellow tulips recently, I saw that the camera hadn’t accurately recorded what I was actually seeing. The colours looked diluted and dull.
To compensate for that Image, I used the cell phone camera functions of saturation and black point to bring up the yellow of the flowers I was seeing at the time, even though this did ‘enhance’ and ‘dramatize’ the other colours more than they were.
So, this photo is a composition of ‘my truth in focus’ and a bit of ‘pleasing background drama’ you might say.
Hmmm… Is this what could be called ‘Photo Psychology‘?? Is there such a thing? Is this what Artistic Photographers intuitively know or just my Imagination, my ‘Image-in-action’?
The word ‘just’ here denies the validity and importance of the Imagination as a way of perceiving things differently than ‘normal’ consciousness.
This leads me to remember a Dream I experienced when young. I left my normal, ordinary Reality and stepped into a wondrous pastoral landscape of quiet beauty and peaceful happiness. The colours were much more vivid and vibrant, more vitality ‘alive’, more pleasantly ‘dramatic’ than the everyday, normal, denser, heavier world we live in.
When I awoke, my mind had to adjust back to what my eyes were seeing around me.
I’ve held that memory throughout my life. Even the brightest, deepest and most vivid colours here cannot compare.
January 18, 2021
Shelley Wilson

This is part of an exploration of my spontaneous interpretation of what some call thinking outside the box. I don’t aim for perfection so this is just fun.

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