Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Webs cross my face
Deep within lines
Already drawn
One for each year
Chill in the bones
A sleeping resurgence
As vague
As hair growing
This slow melting
The longest yawn
Can be seen
Through the trees
Just there
Beyond reach
Untouchable
Unconsciously palpable
oils on canvas 12″x12″
trees are the last to give in….in the forest, we can watch it on the natural screen,
framed for our liking…a movie not to be missed, playing worldwide….one showing only
Sometimes the journey takes us over seemingly endless waters.
Just keep pushing.
It’s been awhile since I’ve uploaded to my print site….this one was added yesterday.
I think I’ve used this title already.
It’s ok.
It’s like having two children with the same name. It will be just a little awkward sometimes…
The day was very non-cooperative when I made this….
No clouds…so I turned and used some reflections coming off the river behind me. I couldn’t represent the river for this piece. So I apologized for appropriating its tonal values. “Look”, I said,”it’s nothing personal. Your ripples and such are fine, but that’s not needed right now. But your light refraction is spot on!
Moon has fully cooperated and allowed me to bring her down to the fake horizon. Actually, there’s not a horizon there….it’s just the way our minds complete things. It’s Tom Foolery I suppose. So are we good?”
She said, “what’s light refraction?”
multiple exposures in camera
One another note….my second “Dream Sequence” ambient music video is well on its way….should be finished in couple of weeks. It will feature a compilation of all my butterfly cuts and some ambient music. Here is a WIP view.
We try beyond our limits
To drown out the stars
Our little lights beaming back messages
Look at our significance!
Stars scurry into hiding
Without fear of self-worth
Without care or interest
But full of curiosity
They ask moon,
Who is this?
Are not our lights
Sufficient for them?
Moon laughs.
“You know, we used to be.
Now, some have never seen our true glory.
And when they do, they are forever changed.
They do not deserve our scorn,
Or pity.
They will be ok.
Give them time,
They are new at this.”
I grew up in the suburbs of LA and have always lived with the veil of human generated light blocking out our wonderful universe and its personal messages. There is much to learn in the places that reveal our true existence. Just by being quiet, watching a shooting star or distant satellite, we learn a little about our reality. The perspective of the totality of our being within this beautiful cosmos should motivate us to a tearful joy.
Celebrate your place in this universe.
Fallen from the precipice
Into the gorge of uncertainty
The liquidity of transient existence
Movement beneath my feet
Created by winds of transformation
My personal tornado
Seeking to disrupt
But I am unshaken
Strong still
I tell myself
When consciousness bathes me
Its relentless liquidity
Filling every pore.
Never.
Never was I at the precipice
There is no precipice
And these shadows
These new friends
Flow like a gentle spring
Offering shade and rest
Moving toward me
A place I have been
Since birth
“You must join in
You must join us
Not them”
My body floated over the fray
“Come down here
And hate with us.
We will be victorious!
If you do not pick a side
Both sides will devour you.
We are righteous,
And hatred is our friend!”
“So then this must be my demise.
To hover and refuse the chains.
Better to die, than to die while living
For foolish delusions.”
Mounted, divided photograph on plywood. Gesso and oils.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 