FYV Summer Exhibition – melinda anderson photography

I realized that I have not yet posted a link to the Fragments Exhibition from Find Your Voice! Above is “That Morning”- the image they selected from the three I submitted. We were told that they would not be choosing our “best” or “strongest” image, but one that would fit with others in a grouping on the virtual walls.

I guarantee you will be blown away by this virtual show! Abstract or expressionist art tends to evoke reactions from the viewers- ranging from “I don’t get” it to “That’s beautiful” to “I would/wouldn’t hang that in my living room” to just pure admiration! There are so many that inspire me- I hope you feel the same!

Here is the link. After you enter, just click on arrows to move around and click on the art pieces to view more information. Enjoy!

https://assets.artplacer.com/virtual-exhibitions/?i=15829

I am part of Find Your Voice (FYV), an online expressionist photography group created by the amazing and inspiring photographers, Valda Bailey and Doug Chinnery. I say this with absolute humility, because the majority of the group are talented and accomplished artists who exhibit and sell their work in galleries, and I am one of the new kids on the block, learning as I go.

FYV’s summer exhibition opened today! We could submit up to three images in response to TS Eliot’s poem, Wait Without Hope (see below). Valda and Doug chose which of our images to include in the show.

Because the online group is spread out across the globe (mostly UK, Europe, and US, I think), the exhibition is virtual. You can view it here: https://artspaces.kunstmatrix.com/en/exhibition/11861520/fyv-summer-exhibition

It takes a few minutes to get the hang of “walking” around the gallery. I recommend clicking NEXT rather than clicking and dragging; at least it worked best for me. Please visit when you have time to browse- there is some amazing art to see and inspire you!

Wait Without Hope

By: T.S. Eliot

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

T. S. Eliot, East Coker