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The story of Ken Brakefield, composite artist
📷Ken Brakefield was born and raised in Ohio. From an early age he had a great love for the outdoors. His Father took him into the woods from a very young age which formed an early love of landscape and wildlife. From that early age Ken became an artist with a Pentax Spotmatic F. Ken had an eccentric but wonderful mentor named Buzz. He was definitely a character with his bald head and long hair on the sides and back. Even with his unconventional ways Buzz was a very accomplished photographer. Buzz would send Ken out on assignments. Show me man versus man or man versus nature. He shared with Ken for a couple of years before he moved back home to Cincinnati. Soon after Ken got married to his beautiful childhood sweetheart and started his life as an adult. Time passed, kids came and art and photography was still a passion.
Photography and art have changed a great deal over the years and Ken became an exceptional composite artist in the digital world. With a keen eye targeting through his Nikon, Ken began winning awards and selling his work.
Ken loves colors that are bold and bright and it shows in his work. His chromatic art has been published hundreds of times in multiple magazines from daring to drastic from chilling to warmth, Ken’s art captivates the audience on many levels. To Ken art is his soul, his inner being. Ken sees the world as a beautiful place where art lives and breathes. Art is emotion, art is passion, art is happy, art is sad, art is alive. Art is a blue jay calling to its mate. Art is a mountain brook babbling down among the rocks. Art is an eagle soaring on the thermals. Art is a child on its mother’s breast.