A Tribute to Artists




This post isn’t about me, but I feel it’s important to give you some background for a frame of reference in regard to my appreciation of art.

My father is a scientist, and my mother taught English literature. They were extremely different people with opposite philosophies of life.

My mother certainly appreciated art.  I’m not so sure about my dad.  He has/is always focused on nuclear energy, isotope enrichment, and so forth, even now at the age of 86.

In my younger years when I thought I leaned more towards science, I decided art wasn’t important.  I couldn’t identify its purpose.  As far as I could see, it just sat there and didn’t do anything.  Back then, I thought if something had meaning, you could easily identify that meaning.  Anyway, I had little use for art.  (Isn’t that awful? I think so now.)

So, I went along in life without art.  Luckily as a kid, I was exposed to art.  I toured well-respected museums in Holland, listened to poetry readings, and went to classical music concerts.  Although, I had no appreciation for these experiences as a teenager, I value them now as an adult.

In college, I accidentally took an art appreciation course with a focus on music.  I absolutely loved that class.  The instructor was an oboist in the Austin Symphony.  I didn’t want that course to end, and it wasn’t an easy class either.

I wrote the professor a note when the semester finished letting him know how much I enjoyed his instruction.  He told us his favorite piece of music was Adagio for Strings, and he played a recording of it on the last day of class.  I love it too. He impacted my life for the better.

I also took a course in romantic poetry and again was smitten. (Okay, I am NOT that fond of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land.  Every other poem we studied, however, was either music to my mind or one that I could at least wrap my brain around.)

The year after my husband died, my love of art expanded.–No idea why except when I saw a painting or sculpture I liked, it made me feel better about life. And duh, suddenly I “got” the meaning of art.  Art has purpose and value when it makes you feel—good or bad.

The year after my husband passed, I bought a lot of paintings–not expensive pieces or anything created by a famous artist–just pieces that made me feel good.  Art helped to heal me.

When I drove around my little town the other day taking photos of various places and plants for this blog, I saw several pieces of art made by local artists and was instantly drawn to them. I took photos of those pieces, but  I didn’t bother to pay tribute to the artist by photographing the accompanying plaque.  I went back and did that today. The plaque for each artist’s creation follows the photo(s) of that piece.

I’m not trying to sell art.  In fact, I don’t know even one of these artists.

I feel strongly that a well-done garden is a lot like a well-done art piece. You feel something when you view it.  (I know not everyone agrees that gardening can be a form of art, but I don’t care.)

My hope is you will enjoy the following photos of local art.  I personally like the Indian warrior best.

Here’s a link I found to the art in Palestine, TX if you’re interested.






















2 thoughts on “A Tribute to Artists

  1. Thank you for sharing your story about your artistic awakening. Looks like you have the eye for good art. Terrific photos. Those sculptures in your area are amazing. The Art Trail is a wonderful way to support local artists. And gardening is an art form and has been for centuries since the Hanging Gardens of Babylon were considered one of the ancient wonders of the world. Think of the beautiful Zen gardens in Japan. Great Italian gardens etc. I could go on for pages. Kat


  2. I like those sculptures too. I’m glad you think gardening is art because I’ve read comments from some folks who disagree. The world would be a sad place without art.

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