The last light of a summers day and, metaphorically last light on the old small governments. Lately I’ve been having trouble with time. Photographing my youth reflected by old roads with a digital camera. Most images are also shot on B+W film health and budget make the B+W slower to see. No film is not the expense it’s gas between here and my PhotoSynthesis a beautiful Co-Op dark room wet and dry. Lot’s of past not much present and the future is always unclear. This image really wants to be Kodachrome but no more so maybe Velvia. A very good reversal film [slide]. Well the sun beckons and I am off to somewhere between here and there. enjoy pjc
Misquamicut State Beach, Will they dig him up?
Spilt Milk 1995
From art to news feature I dance through the 70’s models, weathered wood, entry ways. Abstraction and the 80’s the figure and the flower motion and emotion more dance and more dance. The Theater, Opera, Dance “All the Usual Subjects” everyday is art and I dance to music I can see, just me and motion/emotion. 2001 a new city to create in the Overture is loud exciting but too much repetition. 2003 trauma and the music is softer, confused random notes float by with no connection to past or future just NOW. Technology is NOW yesterday is so yesterday. Auto everything 00101110 all problems solved with HTML. 2011 Major trauma the music is silent two years later there is short tunes and notes of the past sometimes bring me into focus. The Dance of the Muse needs more volume, more harmony not just quick. There is no harmony in a text message or little humanity just Now. Top image is Conn. College Dance, next image a Red Sunflower digital is from the 17th of August so yesterday. I’ll like to hear the Muse in a long focused tune of images, a project a theme.
Keep listening I tell myself the music is not over. peace pjc
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