Robert Knight - Fine Artist

Robert Knight

Riviere Du Loup, Qc - Canada

 
 
 

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Robert Knight

Riviere Du Loup, Qc - Canada

Robert Knight - Fine Artist

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INTRODUCTION
Photographic excellence was once the domain of the Masters. Ansel Adams, Edward Weston, Walker Evans, Edward Steichen, and Henri Cartier Bresson are just a few of those outstanding photographers who paved the road to excellence with their great works.

But the art of photography today, in the digital era, has set new standards. The ability to take, manipulate and enhance images has led to a new period of inspiration. New technologies have made it possible to achieve higher levels of artistic accomplishment.

With so many talented people sharing their work, it's increasingly difficult to stand out. On the other hand, art belongs to everyone and the new technologies have made it possible for many to find, develop and share their artistic vision.

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May 3rd, 2013

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Three Poems - Lorrie Beauchamp

November 29th, 2012

Three Poems by Lorie Beauchamp The Singing Bowl its hollow tones emanate from empty space - like corporate illusions echoing in a career corridor with no door open to integrity. still, the meditation calmed me. ruminate, wri... 

The photo, Blue Lily, reminds me of my poem Black Grass about Chernobyl published in: Book, Black Grass, (Broken Rules, 2012.) Life as a human, 2012 Black Grass Anastasia didn’t wrap the fruit trees, windows low to the ground abandoned i... 

A Poem by Jason Freure

October 3rd, 2012

St. Joseph's Oratory ORA – a cry of agony from the flesh mob. Rip these prison veils locking us two apart! Strip the tatters of the earth from my starved and dirty soul. ORA – a heart's resonance when the horizons toll an azure birth in the... 

Sand Plains, 1848

September 9th, 2012

Sand Plains, 1848 - A poem by Ilona Martonfi When deer are mating: The clatter of antlers. Sound of the drum beating Log house where the family lived. Planted maize, sunflowers, and squash. Plum-red forest berries, wild rice. To woo a... 

Ansel Adams

September 2nd, 2012

"I eagerly await new concepts and processes. I believe that the electronic image will be the next major advance. Such systems will have their own inherent and inescapable structural characteristics, and the artist and functional practitioner will aga... 

GAP He hunkered, in mission dormitories, warmed by hypodermic needles and Dilaudid pills, subsisting on Big Macs and riding metro trains, picking fries from the bag through the season of death. The city is a loneliness. But one must have ... 

Geoffrey Alexander Parsons 1985-2012 Author, poet, man struggling to find his place, died recently of causes not yet known. In his book, Unwanted Hopeless Romantic Morons, he writes, “Why do I think that I can be saved by people that hate me?”... 

The Story Behind Travis

August 9th, 2012

It was the summer of 2005 when I met Travis at a Songhees powwow in Victoria BC. His regalia was beautiful and I wanted to photograph him. Since he was a young boy, I thought it prudent to get permission from an adult. I asked a jingle dancer nearby ... 

The Wall Project

August 9th, 2012

The wall's textures, shapes and muted colours inspired a friend to pen the following poem: the walls of the concrete tunnel weep, gritty remnants seep downwards, dripping, dipping lower to escape the swell of gravity-laden wet air from t...