Main Street Manchester Ct. July 31, 2010 a few moments in the rectangle. The zone I find so rarely of late, arriving at Carl’s in Manchester as the light raked the east side of Main I spent forty minutes seeing where I was and where I am somewhere “Between Here and There.” I know I have promised my regular readers [all two of you LOL] that the complete version of the poem will be here soon. It will be, but lots of distractions have altered my path.
Now back to July 31st, or back to 1973 or even before the camera became my voice I strolled Main Street Manchester, shopping, going to the movies as a teen. Went to see “The Ten Commandments” there in winter, flurries were forecast when my dad dropped us off, well weather predictions haven’t changed after the three plus hour movie there were at least 10 inches of flurries and the ride back to Coventry was treacherous. It was still flurerying.
At 50-10 I have more road behind me than ahead, so I am taking the time to organize portfolios, to travel old roads and look back. The images remain simple/complex, the triangles and the light to convey an emotion, comment on humanity, to invite you into my story, your story. Composed in the viewfinder very rarely cropped and 95 % shot on film, Black and White or Transparencies , this image from a color negative. There will be old roads, a new muse and much abstraction. Perhaps someone will want a print, or perhaps prints are passe with the screen of distraction not allowing for thought or depth. We’ll see perhaps simplicity is lost to IPodians? enjoy pjc
A Providence Door
A Life in Photographic Art, Another Door Entered
In the early 80’s and in love I moved to Providence, while there I worked at RISD and Brown. One day meeting a friend who worked in RISD’s publications office for lunch I continued my life long series of doors. Posing Kate in the doorway and myself directly in front the series Layered life began. As we walked on to lunch Kate mentioned that the door was to Harry Callahan’s home. Thirty years later I still seek open doors and the humanity that lies within and I continue to ponder and reflect with compassion, in the view finder, my soul exposed in every subject.
You may look at lots of images but back in the pre artifiscal age and today still for me the decisive moment was not taken 1000 exposures per image to later photo shop and find your idea. Creativity came from within the viewfinder, the rectangle the mind. The little nuance of the two of us reflecting in the door knob were not a “happy accident” it was composition, creation. It was/is mine.
enjoy pjc
Photographic Art more doors, under Harry’s and here. Are the doors still open?