A few of my favorite things

Still Life on a Shelf

Working with a new camera- larger size images, I have it set up like an older type camera, where I can manipulate F stops, shutter speeds and Iso speeds. Immense possibilities. It's like starting all over. 
 

Fractured Time

Glimpse

 

Around and around, back and forth. 

Images are everywhere, at every corner, with each step and every breath.

The moments change, the light, clouds, and shadows dance. 

Self Portrait in Back Yard

Self Portrait in Back Yard

While taking a stroll on this planet, the brisk air and strong sunlight must have surely signaled the arrival of spring.

Back, back to this life

Energy    3-20-24

 

Still Life in the Clouds 3-20-24

The Fallen Superhero 3-20-24

Missed a Day , But it's Alright!

 Tuesday -  Pulling down work, exposing dust-covered walls and ledges.

Time flies while  I'm looking for things to do.

 

After the Fall, Jan 6, 2021
4-color lithograph 2024

Refining the process, clarifying the reasons.

Fingers slowly closing, 

time to take the ferry to the other side.

February 18, 2024

  The Objects of Clutter OR Catch and Release

The blog may be the perfect repository of things recycled, given away or perhaps placed in a box marked "Things to be dealt with after I die"

For the next while I am going to scan or photograph the objects that have been left in drawers, on shelves, piles on desks or in boxes

Each object has a memory attached to it. 

Mono Due 

Ed Paschke Pin 2000  I am not quite sure when I received this pin, but it has knocked around in my studio for years. I have stuck it into wallboard and homosot. I may have even worn it at some unremembered time. It was the first object I grabbed when thinking about restarting the blog. I knew Ed and was starting to develop a working relationship with him before he passed on November 2004.

A Test Blocks

Three block letter A - test laser cut blocks for the artist Kay Rosen. We were working with the idea to print embossed letters onto white paper, but actually the blocks would have been debossed. The project ended up being a screen print. And possibly one of the last collaborative projects for me. I realized at the end of the project that I wanted to focus on my own work.   

Unprocessed film and box mismatch

I wonder why I never got this roll of film processed? It might even be a blank roll and to put it into an empty container for storage, or processing later.  Are there images taken then forgotten, or that critical voice, which from time to time loudly shouts?

Tools and metal bits to be sorted and put away later

In an attempt to be a good steward, I save bits of wire, washers, screws and whatnot. Thinking that someday I'll use those bits for someqworht while project or repair. And sometimes thast happens  but mostley the bits collect dust and are buried beneath newer additons.

The wrench, and allen wrenches will find their way back to the prober storage place but not today. 

No Tresspassing

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. "Oh No," he spit out of his mouth and went on about me casing his property, coming back to steal his stuff, and said the police would sort it out.

Composition #3

This morning, I had promised myself that on the way home from a print event at AP3 (Anchor Press Paper & Print) with a group of high school students visiting from MOWA -Museum of Wisconsin Art, I decided to make good on the promise and stop by the produce stand.

Composition #4

As I returned to my car to put the camera away, he spun his truck around so that I couldn't make an escape. Don't engage, I thought. I wandered around the parking lot looking over the building and ate a really crisp, sweet juicy apple, slightly sweet with a hint of tartness. I thought about throwing the apple core into the brush but thought better of the impulse. 

Composition #5

About fifteen minutes later a police SUV slowly approached us and an African American Officer got out of his car and asked me what I was doing there. So I told him about being an artist and taking photographs for projects. I assured him and the property owner that the images were not created for any nefarious purpose. I asked the officer if they wanted to see the images, he wasn't interested, but the truck driver  wanted me to delete everything, so I showed him one image and said "This one is of rust, do you want me to delete that?" He soon lost interest and started talking about his A2 rights, which I didn't know. I asked the police officer: a reference to 2nd Amendment gun rights he said. The truck driver then mentioned coyote traps, coming out of his house armed, then hissed some terms about pointing a weapon at me. Then, he threw in a reference about Texas. At that point, I'm thinking this guy is angry and afraid. I'm gonna stand by the officer. The officer breaks into the guy's lopsided diatribe and asks if he is satisfied, which he is. The police officer and I shake hands and I get back in my vehicle and head home.