In one’s own backyard “Spirits” can dance as they do in Ramona du Houx’s art

Spirit Dance

Spirit Dance

Long summer days give way to evenings with golden hues coating wheat, grass or grains blowing in the wind. Long shadows stretch thirty times one’s height across the land. This is the magic of Maine, just before the sun says goodnight. Tree frogs chirp serenades welcoming the night, while birds dart back and forth scooping up insects with delight.

Such was the evening I took a walk through the fields out back. Something scampered in the bushes and I felt my adrenaline rush, just Mr. Beaver collecting his dinner. We starred at each other, neither blinked. Not wanting to disturb his ambitious gnawing on the birch tree I slowly backed away. A humming bird stopped just feet away and hovered in the air, turned and sped off. I followed not knowing where she’s take me.

After racing over two hills the sun was sinking faster. The bird stopped and danced amongst the wheat. A first I tried to take images of the humming bird. I should have known better. After all, she was just leading me to my destination.

The sun coated the wheat with such golden hues I was awe struck. Then purple hues, with a twinge of green could be seen. The wind whispered across the field like waves on the ocean. Slowly, peacefully I clicked the shutter. I was running out of film so I only managed a few shots.

Once I developed them I was taken by the depth of the wheat and the grass behind. The textures and colors reminded me of the hummingbird. These images were, to me, her spirit.

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Reflections, Waterfall, Rocks – zen like images by Ramona du Houx

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Society moves at an ever-increasing pace; with cell phones and text messaging many people don’t take the time to look around them, to reflect. There is of course a time and place for these technologies, there is also a time and place for contemplation. Nature provides pools of wisdom in reflected objects if we take the time to look. Taking a moment or two to find stillness coupled with a rush of discovery energizes me in a balanced way. With these images I hope others will find that solace.

Water, soft and supple and rocks hard and unforgiving create a balance. They exist and form the nature of each-other. The water molds the stones, the rocks determine the waters flow. This relationship in nature we carry in our souls.

When the ice age carved out our landscapes dramatic shifts occurred. Some were sharp, steep transitions where waterfalls were created. For me the energy from the ionizing water as it cascades over a waterfall clears my mind so I can look at challenges afresh. The rush of water awakens something deep within the soul. In my photographs I hope to convey that excited rush of creation with a balance of where the earth now resides.

Trees painted with a camera by Ramona du Houx

Every month Ramona hosts an exhibit in Solon and here on line. For February the exhibit is The Magic of Trees.

Stability, strength, integrity: words we use to describe trees. From our most ancient texts trees have become symbols for people to find strength in.

How they reflect human nature, throughout the seasons, inspires me. Painting with the camera depicts their resiliency while commotion surrounds them. They remain more defined in the photographs while their surroundings have a swept away look. For me that reflects the strength of the human spirit.

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Ice storm beauty merges with the snow in a dance with photo by Ramona du Houx

Snow Dance

Snow Dance

The wonders of winter in Maine are boundless. It truly is a place where you can feel all the seasons and participate in their magical offerings year round. Sometimes, transitioning from season to season we get mixed precipitation as the weather collides and then merges creating spectacles for us to marvel in.

In the autumn of 2013 after the leaves had floated to earth, and the harvest moon said goodnight it began to rain. But as it came down the rain took hold of a upper atmospheric change and snow began to fall. Back and forth the weather played between the seasons and over the course of a week everything outside was coated in ice. When the sun finally greeted the day the ice danced in its beams of light.

The crystals sounded like wind chimes as tree branches sighed. This magical ice palace of nature’s backyard was inspiring. As I swayed with the branches trying to free themselves of their ice coats I wondered how on earth trees go through such dramatic changes. I took my photos grateful to be able to witness nature’s moods and her dance of the season’s transitions.

Nature Reveals herself in Ramona du Houx’s abstract lightgraphs

I try to bring the beauty, magic and mystery of nature to viewers by amplifying nature’s essence.



TO VIEW THE ART: Please click on the thumbnail to see a larger version of the work.

There are no boundaries in nature, with everyone and everything interconnected. Where a river stops cannot be defined, nor can the end of the sky. In my “lightgraphs” no objects have clearly defined borders as they merge their core essences together creating visual abstracts of light.

In some cases the images resemble microscopic images, as if the core elements of what is being photographed has emerged to be recorded. It’s my hope that with these elements revealed the viewer has an opportunity to discover something about the natural world representational photographs cannot convey as nature reveals herself.

I’m represented by Gallery Storks in Tokyo, Japan and Gallery Insights of Solon, Maine. And a member of the Maine Artist Collective which exhibits regularly.

Du houx show at Berry’s continues until February

Dream Sail

Dream Sail

From an article in Union of Maine Visual Artists Magazine:

The inside gallery at Berry’s, 153 Main St, downtown Waterville, features the artwork of Ramona du Houx. Due to popular demand the show, which started in December, continues throughout January.

Ramona du Houx creates fine art photography that looks like watercolor paintings evoking mystery and a sense of wonder. Some find them nostalgic and some mystical. Many have said the images have a healing nature. See more at http://www.photographybyramonaduhoux.com.

Ramona is currently represented by Gallery Storks of Tokyo, Japan and is also a member of the Maine Artist Collaborative and the Harlow Gallery. She currently has another exhibit until the end of the month at the Constellation Gallery, 511 Congress Street, in Portland, Maine.

“For me art reflects where we live in our communities, as well as where an artist is in their heart, mind and soul,” said Ramona. “In 1979 I began to paint with my camera to depict the interconnectedness of nature. I took the initial results to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, where they recorded them long ago. The continuing results have been unpredictable, intriguing, and thought provoking.” Continue reading

The Zen peace of Maine’s Western Mountains depicted in Ramona du Houx’s images

Western Mts.

Western Mts.

If you haven’t been to Central Maine, you are missing out on some of the most majestic and peaceful mountains anywhere. They remind me of the mythologies about giant dragons sleeping in fields thus transforming them into hills and mountain ranges. Their backs form the mountains. The long tails of these majestic beasts stretch throughout Maine up into Canada. They are, of course, part of the Appalachian Trail system. As their bodies sleep in mountain ranges, their spirits roam the night sky in constellations. Continue reading

Ramona du Houx’s December exhibit at Berry’s in Maine continues until February from popular demand


by Morgan Rogers. First published in the Magazine Maine Insights

The inside gallery at Berry’s, 153 Main St, downtown Waterville, features the artwork, Ramona du Houx. Due to popular demand the show, which started in December continues throughout January.Ramona du Houx creates fine art photography that looks like watercolor paintings evoking mystery and a sense of wonder. Some find them nostalgic and some mystical. Many have said the images have a healing nature. See more at http://www.photographybyramonaduhoux.com.

Ramona is currently represented by Gallery Storks of Tokyo, Japan and is also a member of the Maine Artist Collaborative and the Harlow Gallery. She currently has another exhibit until the end of the month at the Constellation Gallery, 511 Congress Street, in Portland, Maine.

“For me art reflects where we live in our communities, as well as where an artist is in their heart, mind and soul,” said Ramona. “In 1979 I began to paint with my camera to depict the interconnectedness of nature. I took the initial results to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, where they recorded them long ago. The continuing results have been unpredictable, intriguing, and thought provoking.”

The photographic watercolor technique is always a challenge.

“I never know exactly what the results will be, that’s the exciting part of the creation,” said du Houx. “I believe every photograph has an audience, someone the work will speak to personally.” Continue reading

“Sunflower Rays” story of life by Ramona du Houx has a story

Sunflower Rays

Sunflower Rays

Every image has story of their own, a life of their own. I love sunflowers, so much I planted last years garden with them firmly in my thoughts. Of course Van Gough’s sunflowers revolve in my mind, along with the gardens Monet planted, cared for, and painted. And then there are my Chickadee’s whom, somehow make it through Maine winters, as well as the honey bees who need more safe havens to pollinate. To ease their plight, and satisfy my passion, I planted dozens of sunflowers. It turned out to be a wonderful year for their growth, and as they began to blossom I waited for the right time to dance with my camera amongst them. Alas, that time never came. I broke my wrist instead. There have been so many times, in my life, I have tried to “set” up photos only to have something else occur. It wasn’t a bad thing as it gave me time to think, and work on images already taken. Continue reading

The story of The Golden Temple’s Tree Heart fine art photo by Ramona du Houx

Treeheart

Treeheart

For a year starting in 1980, I lived in Japan, spending the majority of my time in Kyoto. Everyday I would pass the Golden Temple, Kinkaku-ji, a Zen Buddhist shrine, on my way home to my home-stay family at the bottom of a mountain, where a stream ran out back through the garden. The same stream that goes through the Golden Temple. For months I had been promising myself that’d I’d spend time in the gardens of Kinkaku-ji, but never seemed to find the time.

Before I knew it New Year’s eve was upon us. My home-stay family adorned me in a traditional family kimono, and side by side with my home-stay sister, Yukika, we marched in a parade to a Shinto Shrine to celebrate our birthdays. You see, we both would turn 21 during the upcoming year, and by shinto tradition that is the year women come of age.

My obachan, home-stay grandmother, helped me put on the kimono. In Japanese she kept saying my breasts and hips were to large for the dress but with determination she’d make sure I could wear it. As she stretched the waist band around me I cringed, and I wondered how women ever tolerated corsets. At first I stumbled trying to maneuver in the sandals for the kimono restricted leg movement. After learning the correct way to walk, we set out on our journey. Yukika looked so graceful as she moved like the river’s flow. On the other hand I waddled like a penguin. Continue reading

Wild lilies are Earth Bound Angels in the story behind Ramona du Houx’s photo

Eathbound Angels

Eathbound Angels

For many photographers telling one’s F-stop, speed and lighting conditions is how they portray their story of an image they managed to record. That, indeed, is the technical side but for me the true story about the atmosphere one’s senses pick up of the day tells much more. The weather also plays the most dramatic of all roles. Inspired by the Impressionistic and Modern artists, when I take a photo I approach it as if I was doing a watercolor on rice paper, for watercolor artists can not redo their paintings. As a photographer I need a level of risk- the risk of never knowing if your timing is in sync with nature’s.

On one of the most wonderful summer days, which are now seeing me through the winter, I ventured to the Kennebec River for a walk and swim. The foliage on the riverbank was full, berries weighed down branches, milkweeds were poised to pop open. I put my toe into the water… not exactly tropical. Still, summer comes but once a year. Slowly, I took the plunge and much to my surprise found it refreshing, the day’s trials and tribulations melted from my mind as I took on the current swimming upstream. Drying off on a rock in the sun I was at peace once more.

The extremes of temperatures from the refreshing river to the baking rock steered my soul as I journeyed home. I was energized. As I rounded a bend I caught sight of a wild lily. I wondered how I managed to miss the exquisite bells on my walk to the water’s edge. The flower’s caught the sun and appeared transparent against the river’s back. So fragile, yet so strong. So vibrant yet so cold, like my swim. The wind gently swirled off the water. I moved my camera with the same direction as the wind’s song and took a series of images.

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The magic of ships inspires in the story of the photograph, Sails, by Ramona du Houx

Sails

Sails

With Sails I wanted to express how it feels to ride the wind.

On a bright day, last summer, I went to the Rockland Parade of Sails, to attempt to translate, with my art, the magic windjammers under full sail transmit. Walking towards the water’s edge I was immediately struck by that sense of awe as a schooner caught the wind and effortlessly sped by. Even though, on the shore all the ships were over a mile in the the distance a rush went through my being at the sight. Frantically, I switched my lens to a 85 – 200mm zoom, doing so my mind helped to calm me, telling me, “Don’t worry the show has just began, they’ll be doing this for sometime.”

Taking some deep breaths I noticed I wasn’t the only one under the mystic spell of the ships. A girl with a dragon tattoo just stared at them with her mouth open. Finally, she uttered,”radical.” An elderly couple squeezed their hands tighter as they both gazed out to sea and I wondered what timeless connection with these great vessels they both might be thinking about. A boy around ten years old tugged at this mother’s sleeve exploring her to get closer. She too was transfixed on the ships. I took my cue from the excited youth and started my trek on the stone causeway that led to a lighthouse a mile out in the harbor, where we all could get a better view. Continue reading