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Below are a few photos and blog entries from my Fine Arts Website at:  www.linda-hisayasu.artistwebsite.com    To see quality photos and enlargements, view complete galleries at http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/linda-hisayasu.html

Thriving On Intensity . . .
Thriving On Intensity . . .
October 17th, 2010
Intensity has a balanced spectrum of truth. It's pendulum swings equal from it's high to it's low. Great intensity comes from high-highs and low-lows with brief momentary planes of mediocrity in between. Such intensity provides the artist with their best work. Intensity generates much and it's the by product of sensitivity: feelings, seeing, tasting, touching and savoring life experiences.

Life is lived with the richest sense of gratitude and is equally balanced with a gut wrenching awareness of the pain that plagues life. Intensity feeds the writer's muse and the photographer's nature. . . that curious, imaginative side that plays with the edges of everything. It is my intensity that's the key to my art. My level of intensity is determined by the way I breathe in life. The simplest of details capture my attention and overwhelm my senses. There's no doubt my intensity fuels my creative side with an explosive need is to purge and give meaning to the experience.

It's when I am totally free, fully un-contained, delighting in curiosity and taking risks that I truly become an artist. Intensity accelerates my creative flow and sets my imagination soaring. Therefore, it's imperative that I don't write for the critics nor take the suggested photo shots set up by others. I must not be contained nor attempt to repress my intensity.

As the saying goes, 'in one ear and out the other,' is not true for me. Clearly what goes �in one ear is permanently archived' and becomes a never ending resource that feeds my intensity. High intensity means that life's experience never becomes a dormant factor, but rather, simmers with the possibility of coming to a full boil as the heat get's turned up. Surely I work hard to manage my intensity. However, I delights in intensity and anything that seduces my imagination. Such intensity is both a gift and a burden, yet I can't imagine life without it. It is during a rare moment when life becomes so still, that I feel like life is leaving me. It never lasts long, for I quickly turn to the memories of yesterday and stoke the fire with my wonderful recall. I'm always desperate and excited to feel such intensity again. It's the intensity from the unforgettable, unparallel visions and experiences in my life that make me who I am.

(All of this creative processing and intensity is possible because my foundation of faith and commitment to the Lord).


The Old Tool Shed


September 12th, 2010
"It's time you and I have a little talk," he said as he pointed to the old tool shed behind the house. It was a powerful place that held the tools that fixed about anything including my undisciplined nature and challenging attitude. No violence took place in that shed, he wasn't a violent man, but if walls could talk, it could tell a tale of how a father laid down the law in an attempt to help his mis-guided daughter. It was a rustic old place and I remember the tools were worn from much use. My father was a handy man, build our new home from the ruins of other buildings. He could fix about anything that ever needed fixing.... Including my sometimes rebellious ways. He was a very hard worker that was compelled to confront his children's wayward moments ... his greatest quality was his amazing love for his children.

This photo was taken of a place in Southern California that reminded me of my childhood....


Fragility
Fragility
September 12th, 2010
The most beautiful things in life are fragile..... the human heart so vulnerable in love, a ray of sunlight dancing with limited time, the ripple of a water drop, a rainbow, etc. I love to capture the 'fragile' beauty of something just before it loses it's existence. The fall season is so beautiful just before the leaves in glorious splendor fall and die. I remember as a teen, my boyfriend took me to a drive-in movie. I don't remember the movie, but I remember the evening... with all the car windows down, we snuggled together as the furry seed phase of the areas dandelions came floating in the window. The little lace tips dancing before our eyes. "Look at the little white things floating in the window," Roy said with his southern draw. We were mesmerized by their lacey existence and were captivated by their dance. "I hope we aren't as fragile as these things," he said as they fell apart before our eyes. I remember thinking, 'hope were not that fragile." Shortly thereafter our long relationship came to end. Today people are so preoccupied they rarely notice such fragile beauty in life... This photo was taken as I was walking to an abandoned homestead in a field... Dancing and being sculpted by the wind. It was a spectacular performance ... the parts disseminating in it's final performance. Fragile, yes.... yet so beautiful. .


Beyond Decay
Beyond Decay
September 12th, 2010
It is said that 'great art' is not about what you see, it is about how it makes you feel. On this particular day, I climbed inside an old dilapidated building where I found remnants of people living.... An old filthy mattress, tattered clothes and empty cans. I could smell the harsh realities of the homeless. Musky smoke from cigarettes and cheap bottles of wine smashed on the floor. It gave me a sense that someone had been there within the last twenty-four hours. Probably they will return for nighttime. My pondering nature questioned, 'where do they go in the day time?' I crawled through this dark depressing space and there was my answer..... a huge hole beyond this decay.... a vision that was most welcoming. It framed bright sunny skies, fresh air and it felt like 'newness' after being inside. This whole experience encompassed a spectrum of emotions as I attempted to captured in this one photo ... BEYOND DECAY. I find it interesting to explore old rustic ruins of yesteryear as I'm amazed at the make shift manner in which 'homesteaders' built their houses. My imagination runs wild with images of living years ago. However such imagings are often curtailed when I find today's reality of the homeless living in these unsafe buildings. Many of these structures are makeshift homes of the lost, mentally ill and the addicted.


Mountain Snow In The Morning
Mountain Snow In The Morning
August 30th, 2010
Memories of the snow from my childhood, blended with the beautiful 'year around weather' of today. Ah, yes, I loved peeking through branches, seeking to find the beauty beyond .... A special moment, a vision that brings it all back. Such a pleasure, so present to delight in. Recalling the footprints of my childhood in the crunching snow and wishing summer to hurry up and come. The magic of remembering... (just breathe Linda..)


Hat Man
Hat Man
August 30th, 2010
On the streets with all his possessions in a cart, 'Hat Man' saunders toward me . . . I was so impressed with his swag, the manner in which he carried himself. "Good day madam" he said as he carefully took off his hat and bowed a bit. I smiled and said, "like your hat." "Why thank you, I have so many hats and all of them are important to me . . . would you like to see them," he asked? In the next 15 minutes, he carefully modeled each hat explaining how they change his outlook on life just 'one hat at a time.'


The Water Lily Pond
The Water Lily Pond
August 28th, 2010
I recently bought a Nikon camera, 24 X wide angle optical zoom to capture the many aspects of life. Of course that would include God's wonderful creation . . . the mountains, the vistas, the marvelous landscaping and flowers of the desert . . . .

One place that grabbed my attention was the Cancer Survivor Park in Rancho Mirage. Here's this little park, a gift from Richard and Annette Bloch, that sits on the side of Hwy 111, next to City Hall. I'd driven by it many times. I thought I should explore it. What I found centered in it was an amazing little pond with water lilies. It was beautiful, the leaves floating in artistic delight. I was mesmerized by it. When will these buds open I thought? Excited and anticipating what they would look like open, my pondering would not end . . . I left longing to know more about the park and especially these water lilies.

I called Rancho Mirage City Hall and spoke with the gentleman in charge of the park. He didn't know much about the water lilies. I wanted to photograph the water lilies when they were opened. The next day I went to the pond at midday, no open water lilies. A couple days later I went in late afternoon, no open water lilies. According to what I had read, the time of the month was perfect for full bloom, surely then they must open at night. So my husband and I drove to the pond that night and with flashlights, we sifted through the dark to see if the lilies were open. . . still no open lilies. A few days later I told my friend about my pursuit. The following day she stopped by the park at sunrise . . . they were open! She called and I rushed to spent the morning shooting photos of the water lilies.

Life is about my journey with God. It's includes celebrating, pondering, pursuing and capturing the beauty that surround me. I'm always left with overwhelming gratitude for the gift of each experience. To those who have never thought about the beauty of a water lily pond, I recommend this amazing little park. It has a statue of woman sitting beside it as if she were pondering it's beauty and reminding us to experience the gift of all that surrounds us. (see Gallery for my Water Lily pictures)

(Richard and Annette Bloch Cancers Survivors Park is located adjacent to City Hall at Frank Sinatra and Highway 111. Featuring a pyramid kiosk, tiled benches, ponds, a hillside waterfall, and sculpture, the park is designed to give hope to those with cancer. This park was constructed by the Bloch Foundation as a gift to the community, and an endowment fund helps offset maintenance expenses.)


Spectacular Desert Sunrise
Spectacular Desert Sunrise
September 11th, 2011
I marvel at the things that can't be explained to my satisfaction! Prove to me that God doesn't exist, or let me tell you why I know He does. This early morning shot of the sun rising from behind the mountains was breath taking! If we had a schedule of 'up-coming' beautiful visions, we would lose out on those breath-taking moments that catch us off guard. This one particular morning was beyond a photographer's delight! God's amazing beauty affirming what I celebrate in my heart that He is the ultimate Creator.

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