Wednesday, May 15, 2013
It's dark save the street lights throwing crazy shadows on the wall. What must this sound like from the street? If I could only be in two places at once. I'll write a soundtrack with the alto to this Japanese diorama of tree limbs and trapezoids.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
I guessed his father would be right out from his nods & gestures earlier. We mirrored each other, Cuban to American, hindered by language. Yesterday's invitation here, in this Havana flat, a two-room father and son home, wasn't cleared with son, obviously. A taped and rubber banded bassoon
ringed my host on his bed. Making do was about 50's cars in this culture of forced innovation I thought. "Here we are" we said to one another with our faces. Then whoof! Dad appears in an instant,
saxophone bling displayed. Music runs in the blood here.
Friday, May 10, 2013
"What're you takin' a picture of?" said the intoxicated Astoria wharf denizen, as I was taking a picture of a mural of a man taking a picture.
"Oh, stuff." I said.
"Take my picture" she said. She presented as though standing upright in a boat bobbing next to me.
I didn't need her breath.
"Let me see" she said as I held up the screen to her squinting bloodshots. A long pause. Another one.
"I look like my Dad," she said as she pivoted away down the waterfront tracks, pretty as you please.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
More than once I have talked about making ordinary subjects something more through exploration of point of view and limiting context. I encountered the opposite recently where the object of my affection wasn't ordinary at all- in fact it was bizarre and unrecognizable. So it became necessarily to include more context. Not only did this bring some scale to this discarded glass, it helped to make it readable- and not purely abstract. Abstraction is fine, but when there's nothing to go on, it's op-art, visual with nothing really to say.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
It ought to interest anyone when the odd species is encountered and to document it just as it's found. In this instance a rare, high altitude bristlecone had entrenched itself among the scrubby foothills of Mt. Hood. It's startling how these hearty plants can thrive in some of the harshest conditions on earth.