Saturday, February 28, 2009
Ou est le metro, the first in a series of Prints starring Oliver. The artist is not sure who/what oliver is...he was born Feb 14, Valentines day 2008. Oliver has missed his bus in his first Adventure.
Daughter and I wandering around Belltown taking silly pictures of a doll. Good times, here Lelio was my lookout and called when the buses where going by. Me, flat on my belly, in middle of street. I really like this shot, super silly pose from Oliver and the bus is well framed/blurred. Quick run through a cross processing filter to give it more 'feel'. Voila....
I would write more, but i had to have a tooth pulled yesterday and i am in great deal of pain. The drugs distract, but make me feel slow and dumb.....
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I hang out at a small park during my lunch break, it's usually deserted for some reason which works well for me because i am a bit of a loner at times. I started to notice, the majority of the trees in the park, have straps attached to stakes on each side of them. Thus giving the trees a bit of a BDSM feel i might add. Hey i am just saying. I am assuming the purpose of these straps are so the trees can grow straight and be the perfect specimen. Trees that will make the City proud! Trees that you can show off to your Mom, or Trees that you can make out - under - or around. Mmm mmm kisses!!
So on one of my days off, i hiked over to the park, with my trusty digital camera, and my old brownie reflex camera that i bought off ebay recently. It's pretty cool using a camera that is older than me, and for another purpose than originally intended. The park was once again deserted giving me free will/reign over the lands of lower queen anne. I am KING of the world i shouted, well no i simply muttered it under my breath, i am the quiet type after all. Around i went, to each of the threesomes. Trying to find the object of my desire, with no city or walls of concrete to distort the shot. A Hah i found one, set the digital camera in super macro mode, got on my knees, twisted my body in a very silly position, and shot up and up into the lens of the brownie camera. I was in the zone, time slowed and stopped and i was in Heaven. Well at least until a bum came over and started yelling. I shoot usually with my mp3 player blasting, i think it was the BEE GEES playing...shh...Bee Gees rock!..."Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk. Music loud and women warm. I've been kicked around since I was born." ahh such silly lyrics....
Oh you want a cigarette, he recognized me from where i work, argghh Seattle is such a small town at times, I gave in and said sure 'take two and be off peasant'. Part one of the Job over.
Hiked home, started up photoshop and cropped the image, i know most like the TTV borders, i don't, i think they take away from image. I then ran a couple of filters to remove colours, applied the image a couple of times to itself so it would look a little more solid, and finally adjusted the curves to get it just right...thought about a title and came up with Vigilante...Happy Happy day....
Monday, February 23, 2009
This image took a great deal of time to create, it is composed of a self portrait and a powerbox that was laid bare. I used photoshop to crop/manipulate colours on the originals. I then used the self portrait as the background image and applied the powerbox image on top. From this point on it took approximately three hours to get it 'right'. I had to fade parts of both images so they would line up correctly, and digitally remove a tattoo that is located just below my collar bone on my right side. I was listening to the deftones on my mp3 player and going outside to smoke, i am positive i looked crazed during this process. I was blown away when i finally finished this photo.
Everyone has a dark side to them, without the dark there would be no light, without the light there would be no dark.
This is one of my favorite poems, i memorized it when i was 14 or so, oh puberty what a great time **wink**
Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Image was achieved by taking my digital camera and placing it in front of an old tou/five star macro lens and shooting the backside of an orchid flower against a bright window. The old lens gives the image a nice encapsulated/dreamy look...
The heavy heart limps on....I can picture a man or a woman giving a gift of a flower to their love but for whatever reason they can't be together. Ole pablo is one of favorites poets, and this is my favorite of his....
A Song of Despair
edited for brevity
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!