I exhibit my photographs in art shows about six times a year to generate the money to subsidize my travel. I make it a point to put on the blinders when I stray from my booth because I don’t want to see anyone else’s stuff, particularly the work of those who draw, paint or sculpt. That’s because it’s embarrassing to be placed in company with people who not only possess genuine artistic ability … they also seem to pour heart and soul into their work. I just press a shutter button and upload a file to print. Artists create … I record.

In Virginia Beach back in June, the art show traffic gods placed me in a spot that took me directly past the exhibit of Anne London. This time it was impossible to avoid looking … in fact, I couldn’t stop. Anne does charcoal, watercolor and engravings of endangered wildlife. Her work is extraordinary … and like most things beautiful, its magic defies description. I was immediately struck by the incomparable way she creates movement and body language … be it a lioness in low stalk, a social group of zebras or a family of elephants wading through the Okavango marsh. Her technique is unique and sublimely beautiful. She punctuates her subjects with an unusual mix of wide strokes or even paint drips that somehow combine to personalize her images and make them even more powerful. Admiring her work brought to mind Leo Tolstoy’s tribute to his literary contemporary, Anthony Trollope … “he shames me with his excellence.”

I spoke with her at a show in Kentucky not long ago. It was my intention to ask her to describe what happens in her mind as she creates her remarkable art. But I ultimately deferred the question … because it seemed that anything this gorgeous must flow so naturally from the heart that words could never do it justice. She does indeed “shame me,” as our old friend Tolstoy might say … but I spend a lot of time at her website anyway. Here it is:

www.aelondonstudio.com

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