Like an Impressionist view/painting the the trees pop with the color of new life yet as vivid as Autumn dappled color as if with a palette knife. Somewhere between here and there, I know this has been a theme of many posts looking back on my life as I travel RT.87 metaphorically. But now I sit and ponder where am I? On this journey from the 20th century to the 21st, resisting digital, yet addicted to the computer [this as all recent color work is digital] since the death of Kodachrome the dwindling number of labs that process E-6 color transparencies and my first love Black and White Film. I do process it myself but printing due to 2011-present Hospital/health odyssey I find it difficult painful to work in the dark for long.
Enough whining or back story. Reality or what passes for reality I wonder if I could print lot’s more, if I could but the apt. has over 1000 prints 15 of which are hanging at Higher Grounds Coffee House and Gallery. These images range from B+W to Kodachrome to digital all are pigment ink prints, a cross breeding of image making Between Here and There. I rarely use Photo Shop except to convert images to pixels to show you “Me.” Like a rift in the time continuum I sit between impressionism, film, digital. Digital provides instant gratification, yet also instantly forgotten while overpopulating the world of art photography. Instant art without the journey or emotion? Perhaps the journey is after the exposure? This image has had a little post process, perhaps I will work more with post process but when in my mind does the image become a painting rather than a photograph? This post of my thoughts is so 20th century way more than 140 characters. I could scan all the negs instead of printing them, another filing system then in a couple years I’d have to transfer to the latest forever file storage [remember cd’s were supposed to last forever? Now I read that forever is 3-5 years] I doubt that but will scan some as I travel back through 4 decades of images. More tomorrow the light and color is right. Comments here are appreciated thank you very much. enjoy pjc
Childhood Toys
Wood Nymphs from the Past Still Dance in my Mind
The year was 2000 yet it seems so long ago twelve years is a long time or the blink of the shutter in a creative mind. The season was spring, the circle begins with a flourish at Caprilands Herb Farm in Coventry Ct. Image made on B+W film despite all the color I like this best a moody mystical image of what is but never was.
enjoy pjc
Forgetfulness by Wulf Losee
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