A review by art critique, Sandy Pottinger.
Wendy Roche’s photography is a poem and a benediction.
The imagery loses its definition and becomes an ethereal essence in which diffused veils of colour create an aura of well being.
The writer Marcel Proust once said that ‘Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees’
Wendy’s art gives us the opportunity to experience something of her vision because her imagery is imbued with a personal response that is filtered through mood and emotion.
While the soft focus and the fleeting moment captured in a blur seduce us, there is also an up-lifting, spiritual quality that symbolizes life, hope, and a healing sanctuary.
I love Wendy’s photographs because I can escape into them. They stimulate and arouse the senses with their play of colour and light, their suggested subjects, their sometimes romantic glow, and their almost painful beauty that wraps nostalgia tenderly in memories of ‘what might have been’. Yet they soothe, they calm, they offer solace, and because of this, they have the healing quality of a sonata.
Wendy’s images invite us to explore them, to get lost in them, but also they inspire us to emerge from the experience as a more peaceful version of our often querulous and hurting selves.
I’d like to conclude with a quote from the American poet, Mary Oliver as her words sit so well with Wendy’s photographs. It is from her poem, “The Ponds”:
“Still, what I want in my life
Is to be willing
To be dazzled-
To cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
Into the white fire of a great mystery
I want to believe that the imperfections
that the light is everything…”