by Eve D. Ticknor
commentary by Carol G. Pennell
When, two or three years ago, I happened upon Eve Ticknor’s photographs, I became a fan. Eve notices the patterns in moving water and brings them to the viewer’s attention with photographs that resemble abstract paintings. Each picture is a meditation – the undulation of reflected colors on the surface, pebbles on the bottom, ripples, whirlpools, glints of light.
This year I’ve noticed that Eve’s unique vision is evolving, becoming more complex.
Where the earlier work discovered pattern and motion, there is a subtle difference with some of the new photographs. They appear to examine the bits of nature she’s discovered, teasing out a story. In one picture, the force of a stream piles up behind a smooth stone and lacey spray leaps over a trapped leaf splayed on the rock.
With a camera and her unique vision, Eve shows us art in nature that we’ve overlooked.
She focuses on a few square inches at a time, a few moments, and finds a new art that may be without limits.