Their photos were visual testimonies to the aura and ambience of beauty, landscapes unfolded like textured scrolls of the earth's secrets. The visual medium always has the possibility of transcending the world seen by the naked eye. Beauty is a muse of photography, teasing the optic nerve in tantalizing twists, and transforming faces from beast to beauty, or vice versa. It doesn't define anything for the photographer. It waits, hoping to be uncovered, interpreted in elements never before seen.
Images can craft illusions, light and form bending in unnatural laws.
Shadows clasp ghosts as sultry secrets, while light may travel with arcs of spiral angels. The photographer's eye directs an image to take on contrasts and metaphor, whether in traditional or new perspectives. From a technical standpoint, it's quite simple to take a pleasing face or a grand landscape and have it be picture-pretty right there, wrapped and bound as a present for the eyes. But look underneath, inside, as if peering into sculptural layers, and something else could surface, a second impression of a subject that may be stronger than the first, tenuous grasp of the image. Stretching the boundaries of beauty is what keeps art alive.