Friday, July 10, 2009

Yours Truly has been in a workus maximus state all this lovely livelong day, and is about to embark on a weekend of wedding shooting. And the weather looks like it will be the first spate of non-monsoon days in some time.
YT, mind You, does not mind the overcast, photo-Perfect days.
Nor the cooler weather that brings flowers to their toppermost potentials.
The bee balm is at chin level when it's usually about two feet tall, about two-thirds of a meter methinks in Canadian.

Speaking of Canadian, heading up north to Hillebrand for a menu and hopefully tasty Canadian vino on Sunday to fete the near-Bastille Day B-day girl.

Speaking of toppermost, image is Lower Manhattan: Ninety Choristers. A Perfectly Zen moment when an op of Artistic props bounds forth from the situ at hand.
En route to a gig found this. Shot this. And so on.
Submitted this image to Hallwalls for their upcoming art auction in August and was told, in short, that the image does not fit the oeuvre of YT at all.
To my utter bemusement.
As an artist one cannot always assume absolute knowledge or explication of one's work as it's left the process and takes on its own life in the world where it is met with the thoughts and opinions and past beliefs of others.
So HW has asked that I not give them this piece and that I submit something Edgier.
YT did remark back that street work has been part of what I've been doing photographically since 1981, which led to documentary work of people's interior spaces, then zooming ahead to industrial landscapes, to street moments and street green.

The Parsons MFA thesis show, my work within, was dubbed EndWork and was all found moments and street green images.
So this is in part part of what YT does for art's sake.
And my work has never been described as Edgy.
I find it a curio.
YT will give HW another piece, they'd like a studio shot - from the interactively organic and ongoing hand series - but a new one has to be printed.
The last bit of this series was printed out on stand-outs and a work under glass is better for an auction, the trad print/mat/frame concept.


Trad Love, Madly in Love.

Monday, July 06, 2009

En route on foot to Solid Gold Booker brunch at AKAG snapped with the little Red Dot Cam this image of trees, the spice of visual life.
Brunch was usual Janus fete of beginnings & endings - end of holiday weekend, beginning of Sio's life as a PhD, and other beginnings and endings in the works.

Documentary image of the SGBers in attendance, snapped by Ian, ever-thoughtful Canadian boy.

So Independence Day came in like a lamb and kaboomed out like a lion, with a morning coffee at (bad-java'd SPoT) and some curious sightings that included a couple of tourists, apparently, in semi-matching ensembles.
Their tops features stars, stripes, a brief section of The Constitution.
Namely, anything that got Patriotic juices flowing.

Indie Day featured a last-moment traipse to Angola-on-Lake for a beachy party that featured a band that Yours Truly has photographed a plethora of times, and featuring Lars on drums, an impressive array of chips (YT believes Indie Day is not complete without a handful of Lays potato chips, as well as rock classique in abundance), a walk on the beach, and some pleasantly unexpected reconnections with a few old pals. Onwards then it was to Marty & Susan's for their annual roast alongside the cornfield.

I must add in a gush of literary fervor that the iPhone app dubbed cleverly Classics is a wonder - it's what the Kindle should be with its nicely-toned pages that touch-screen turn. For 99¢ one can read about a dozen classics in their entirety. New titles coming down the pike, allegedly. But what a treat to read Pride and Prejudice whilst standing in line.

Dining out with the sole sibling, the sole niece, and various first cousins later this evening for a semi-annual casual fam reunion.

Thanks to FB many cousins in the Perfect loop.
Onwards to deadlines galore.

Looped Love.