Photography has neatly - and unpredictably - combined two of my great passions: art & history. As I set out each day, to work or wherever, my camera slung over my shoulder 'just in case,' I'm aware that what I choose to do with it might, however unlikely, someday come to represent our times. Think about the photos that, for us now in the early 21st century, have come to represent past times: iconic photos of Marilyn Monroe or James Dean = 1950s America. A stoic, steel-eyed Abraham Lincoln = mid-19th century America. Several US Marines raising a US flag following a bloody battle = WWII, & so forth.
Of course the ability to take a decent photo has in recent times been utterly democratized & so it can be easy to overlook a good landscape composition or essence-capturing portrait. Yes, taking pictures is fun. But, I want something more. I want future generations, when they're sifting through our ephemera, to come across difficult, perhaps ugly, complex documentations of what it meant to live in our time. It's not just the current pop star or president, & it's certainly not the umpteen millionth picture of a skinny waif posing for some jeans ad. When I look at a photo I want to wonder why the photographer decided to take a picture of that particular person, place, or thing, & in that particular way. I hope to infuse my own work with some small amount of mystery.
Trying to capture meaning using only my eyepiece. Well, occasionally Live view also...
Still searching for my own 'voice' but getting there.
Sometimes I enjoy scoring more than anything else. & foley!
What good is an artist without attitude?
That Time of Year Again Ahh winter. Or should I say, ‘Ugh. Winter.’ This post might serve as a great addendum to my ‘Loneliness’ posting of recent…months (geez, time flies). I think you’ll understand shortly what the heck it is I’m talking about. I believe I’ve touched on this before, but winters in the Caucuses Read more about My Georgian Experience Part VIII: Winter[…]
BAD FAITH Thanks for reading past that title! I’ve learned in life that there are few things people want to talk about less than loneliness… diarrhea maybe. Thalidomide babies. That crud that seemingly generates spontaneously beneath your yellowing, crusty big toenail… I get it. Life is short, so who wants to spend 5 minutes listening Read more about My Georgian Experience Part VII: Loneliness[…]
April – July 2011, all dates inclusive No refrigerator. No freezer. Nothing edible anywhere, at least that I can find. My stomach begs to be fed as I try to sleep in the frigid night. I struggle to stay attentive in class each day & stumble over my weakened feet in front of my students, much to Read more about My Georgian Experience Part VI: Food![…]
ASCENT June 15-July 15 That last harrowing incident – the wild dog attack, that is, not the anthropophagic grandparents… tho that was also harrowing – also marked a turning point in my story. I called that last post ‘rising action’ for a reason. We’ve departed from the exposition portion of my tale & have made our Read more about My Georgian Experience Part V: Graduation[…]