In Celebration of the Williamsburg Art & Historical Center’s Sixteenth Anniversary
The GRAND HARVEST
International Juried Show with Awards
Curated & Juried by Yuko Nii & Terrance Lindall
Saturday, October 27 – Sunday, December 9, 2012

Gallery Hours:
Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday 1–5 pm

Williamsburg Art & Historical (WAH) Center
135 Broadway, Brooklyn
NY 11211 USA
718.486.6012 or 718.486.7372
wahcenter.net
[email protected]
 

http://www.wahcenter.net/

http://www.wahcenter.net/exhibits/2012/grandharvest/

Three of my photos being exhibited there (from The Sound of Light series):

Artist’s Statement

My three photos in this exhibition: Harvest From Above, Sky River and The Sound of Light are part of my personal series entitled The Sound of Light. Every journey that a person makes is actually a journey to his or her heart. These harvests of light were done during the moments of my journeys abroad and locally when I experienced something more than what meets the eye. The beauty of nature, light in glorious splendour, the light of joy, the light within, without the light. At times luminous, at times ominous, it is something mystical and wonderful to behold. Perhaps sometimes it speaks to us.

Harvest From Above (new)

This photo was taken from a hot air balloon, on an early October morning in 2009, floating above the Canterbury Plains of New Zealand. It was farmland as far as the eye could see. While the crop harvests were forming below, I was busy harvesting the light of such a beautiful tranquil scene and experience.

Sky River

Mountains are often mentioned in sacred texts where experiences beyond the natural occur. Photographing visions such as this one, I can only stand in awe. A brief river of clouds in the sky seen in the Annapurna Range, Nepal while trekking in 1996.

Sky River

Though The Darkness

When I just got to La Push at about six o’clock in the evening after a very long drive through the Olympic National Park (in Washington State US) it was covered in fog. I went to a small restaurant at the edge of the sea and asked about the weather of the place. “Oh, it’s usually like that”, said a waitress. “But it should start to clear at about half past six”, she added nonchalantly. I waited in the numbing sea wind, hoping. When this really happened in such a mystical way at the exact time, I thought she was an angel in disguise. Sometimes when gloom is all around, remember: The Light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overpower it.

Though The Darkness