Sitting down to write this, I realized the for all the art I’ve taken in over the course of my life… I still feel challenged when expressing my thoughts or feelings about it. Food is easy, style is logical, but art – perhaps because it’s what I feel most deeply about – doesn’t translate to words. So while I’d love to say to you that I can help you navigate the arts scene in Atlanta, it’s probably the last thing I’d be able to help you with.
It took me way too long to find the time to take the drive to see Howard Finster’s Paradise Garden. And of course I ended up forgetting my real camera, so please enjoy these photos from my crappy old phone (lost my iPhone recently). It’s the best I could do, but really nothing can do this justice. Or really, any art justice.
Art HAS to be experienced in real life. Digital reproduction will never be the same as seeing something in front of you.
I don’t have much to say or share about this place other than I’m really glad we went. I didn’t take many pictures of paintings because you have to see them for yourself and discover them in person. It’s a sanctuary of creativity and luckily we went on a day when it was mild, with a slight breeze in the air. It felt quite magical.
This man made art because he HAD to. He felt compelled in a way I’ve never know. I’ve never been half as convicted as this artist was to his craft and his purpose. And I think that’s what I admire most.
