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Monthly Archives: July 2012

My going “digital” was like Dylan going electric.

The journey from analouge to digital also required me to embrace color and trash many rolls of film. My darkroom soon thereafter was disassembled and put in storage. But I missed the process… the stuff… Trading it in for the instant gratification of Digital Photograhy was unenriching. And, I resented any post-production adjustments in Photoshop. I hate the computer, but I don’t miss the chemicals.

I decided that I need to make images but not in a darkroom or with the aid  of a comuter. Images that aren’tinstant. Watercolor painting came to mind. I tried it before but hated it. Now I love it. I still need to prepare paper, splash around water, wait for things to dry. I got stuff: brushes, pigments, trays, tape, baords to paint on, jars et cetera.! Now I have an artform that takes time. Thats what its all about to me. The process! So, yes, watercolor can and did  replace a darkroom and its environmentally friendly.

About this image

I always liked when my photos were “painterly,” but do not aspire towards photorealsim in my paintings. This image was done quickly (1/2 hour with the aid of a hairdryer) for the purpose of this blog. Its an upshot of Michael Phelps reaching the wall first in the last Olympic games. Breast stroke I think. I enjoyed the process. (Conversly I hated getting the image on to the computer for this blog).

Where’s by brush?

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Boat: a hole in the water into which you sink money…

Gloucester Marine Railway

Parrot Fish

I have been needing inspiration for photography as of lately so I decided to seek it from songwriters: DURITZ, ADAM/BRYSON, DAVID/MALLEY, MATTHEW/BOWMAN, STEVE

Step out the front door like a ghost 
Into the fog where no one notices 
The contrast of white on white. 
And in between the moon and you 
The angels get a better view 
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. 
I walk in the air between the rain 
Through myself and back again 
Where? 
Maria says she’s dying 
Through the door I hear her crying 
Why?
Round here we always stand up straight 

Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand 
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis 
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land 
Just like she’s walking on a wire 
In the circus 
She parks her car outside of my house 
And Takes her clothes off 
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus 
She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood 
She has trouble acting normal 
Well I have trouble acting normal 
Yet still I got nothing…