Oh, I suppose it means to uncover something. Something that was there you just didn’t know it was there. There is something pleasant about a black bird. Black bird won’t let you visit unless you come in close. Close enough to see feather and catch-light eyes. Eyes are always looking to assign names. Names help us to tell everyone. Everyone! Look what I found!
Multiple exposures, multiple layer composite/manipulation impression. Inspired by a lovely book I recently read a couple of times.
Back in April, I entered six pieces for showing at the the San Diego Fair 2019 Exhibition of Photography. Like how I capitalized that? Makes it a little more legit.
Out of six submissions, three received ” Thank you for submitting your entry for the above division and class. Unfortunately, your entry was not chosen to advance for further judging. Please contact the entry office with any questions.” Three received “Thank you for submitting your entry for the above division and class. After preliminary judging, your entry was chosen to advance.” Once a digital representation is accepted for the second tier judging, a physical print is delivered and judged for final acceptance, or rejection.
So, there it is. Of the six, two are exhibited at the fair, both with “honorable mentions”. The vertical piece is titled “Waxwing Clan”, the horizontal piece is “Among Giants”. Both for sale at a very modest $25. I get a lot of grief from other photographers for that price point, but I’d rather have it sold than bring it home.
I’m sure I reached out to you There on the horizon Words spilled from my tongue Sonic whispers of many voices In languages unknown to me
I’m sure you heard me Ten thousand miles away Your body facing away from me again I could feel your grin of satisfaction Explaining how many deaths must one person die.
My body portal-ed to face you Over waves of torrential rage The deluge of clouds Left tracks on your face Streams of lost hope
Lightning smacked relentlessly And wind swept through your hair thick as the loom Pushing it sideways in slow motion You were facing down Then slowly looked up towards me Eyes black, empty
I’m sure I reached out to you in the pounding rain But could not traverse the growing chasm Now between us. We both knew, The chasm would consume us.
Eyes locked I felt your grin of satisfaction My future on the edge of the waterfall Holding on to a semblance of self worth I couldn’t understand How you were at peace
The storm receded You, still at its center It would always be like this for you, wouldn’t it? I stood silent on the edge Watching you fade away My lips mouthing my confusion How many deaths must one person die? How many deaths must one person die?
(2) 12″x12″ Oils on canvas – inspired by a dream, by a lifetime