Lost Nuts and Found Bolts

Saturday March 4th 2023 Composition #8 Just about every day, I drive by this decrepit, falling-down roadside produce stand, and I think about taking photographs of the stand someday, documenting the passage of time and neglect. I am fascinated by the way things are cast aside after they are deemed unusable, broken, and forgotten. And they lay, sometimes for centuries, decomposing, deteriorating, only to become part of the landscape.   Composition #9 I was returning to my car after about 15 or 20 minutes of exploring the site and making images when a dirty black pickup truck rolled close to where I was standing. I was just about to get back into my car, and he said, "Hey, This is private property and there is no trespassing." I walk to his truck thinking I'll explain what I was doing and no big deal. Or so I thought. The youngish man rolled down his window and asked what I was doing on his property, and I mentioned I was taking photographs, and that I was just leaving. ...

             Sound and images from 2023 https://youtu.be/p9okSV4TUjc Where we thought we'd be 

 As  I continue to explore image making, using technology to morph and bend images, I see a correlation between the visual artists and musicians who use various tools to extent the visual and musical range of their pieces.  In preparing for an exhibition at the Anderson Arts Center, I am using  my "machine" to generate images that provide me with new possibilities in how an image is read, constructed and displayed. Is it a static piece or is it a moving sequence of transitional images in time? or can it be both? The following images are stills from short film pieces, constructed through the"machine" and then further refined through photo editing software. Much the way one would dodge and burn an image while  in the darkroom, or use a number of negatives to create an image.  I am refining and exploring the multiple possibilities of bending and morphing images.   The Name of the Exhibition at the Anderson Arts Center is:  "Unfounded Rumors, Ima...

And the males of a certain color-  Long stuffed but never satisfied with the goods of their plunder and greed,  saw the end of their time approaching.  And so they turned up the volume of their need to control and subjugate all unlike themselves.  Ultimately, they doomed the planet, while searching for a suitable new home somewhere else in the galaxy.  That, after all, was easier  than righting the wrongs done for centuries to millions.  Yet, the smokestacks continued to bellow their message of disregard. Last Dance of the Pink People 1/6/2021 

Notations From Gridville 3/11/2021

Today, I learned about the composer Pauline Anna Strom. It is now I realize I want my images to be the primary focus of my work, but now must create musical soundscapes to support the images. Starting a new chapter. Float, 2-21-21