{"id":3445,"date":"2022-04-11T07:11:16","date_gmt":"2022-04-11T11:11:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=3445"},"modified":"2022-04-11T13:12:19","modified_gmt":"2022-04-11T17:12:19","slug":"altered-horizons-47","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/altered-horizons-47\/","title":{"rendered":"Altered Horizons 47"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Altered<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Well over half a century ago my kindergarten teacher told my mother I was talented. So began my career in art. By the 3rd<\/sup> grade, I was well established as a \u201cgood artist\u201d in NYC PS94, and they gave me an easel in the back of the packed classroom where I could paint and draw all day during lessons. For years I painted and drew, and later sewed, my way through social studies reports, science projects, college term papers, and a master\u2019s thesis. Art was a major part of my identity. Then, one day I quit. I couldn\u2019t stand to even go near pencils or paints. People occasionally expected handcrafted cards or gifts, and I struggled through the process of \u201cdoing art\u201d for them. Until I discovered I could \u201cpaint\u201d with my photographs in Photoshop.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here I\u2019ve painted a seascape using a photo of the Yarra River in Melbourne, Australia, taken after tossing some of my daughter\u2019s ashes into it. The frothy-looking land at the horizon line is the bubbly edge of an incoming tide at a beach where I attended family reunions in Sanibel, Florida. The sky is taken from an image of a sandy riverbank in Maryland where I rented a cottage with a friend during the first COVID Christmas. And the sun is my favorite gold pendant, enlarged, inverted and de-saturated in Photoshop.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I \u201cpaint\u201d in Photoshop I get lost in the process. Using images that pull at my heart and history, I now \u201cdo art\u201d with a similar drive to what I had when I was young.<\/span><\/p>\n

Altered Horizons 47<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Well over half a century ago my kindergarten teacher told my mother I was talented. So began my career in art. By the 3rd grade, I was well established as a “good artist” in NYC PS94, and they gave me an easel in the back of the packed classroom where I could paint and draw […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2254],"tags":[2378,2259,705,2289,976,2351,2270,2255],"class_list":["post-3445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-h","tag-altered-horizons-47","tag-coping-with-change","tag-dealing-with-depression","tag-fabricated-landscape","tag-grief-and-loss","tag-therapeutic-photography","tag-upended-life","tag-upside-down-world"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3445","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3445"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3445\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}