the outcast from society seemed to embody a kind of heroic status, an emblematic sainthood...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The banality of the Qua...
I am interested in the banality of the qua to the point of the sublime...
Public Relations....
the notion of how people relate to one another in public places, how celebrities relate to their publics, how politicians relate to the news media...
Beatnick's alienation....
the Beat writers' alienation from middle-class American values, their suspicion of the power of the corporations and of technology, their celebration of the moment's insight, all found a visual component in Frank's photography...
Interested In the Act of Looking...
I have always been interested in the act of looking...new york city provides many opportunities to engage in the act of voyeurism...
Monday, March 22, 2010
Transcendentalism...
In this approach the land as a natural form is alive with potential meaning, so, that like Blake, the photographer can see 'the world in a grain of sand.'.
Here's a shot of a stream deep within Whippoorwhill Park...
Here's a shot of a stream deep within Whippoorwhill Park...
A highly edited vision of the qua...
Sometimes my photographs give a highly edited vision of the qua...a one where beauty and easthtics reign supreme..here is a shot deep within the glazier arboretum....I confirm cultural privilege and, in so doing, record cultural myth..
Landscape in photography...
As a cultural index, the picturesque thus sought visual confirmation of a timeless Arcadia; a unified image of social life...
David Hockney
Reading an essay on David Hockney. It's talking about his use of the camera which the author claims created an explosion of perspectives and the utter subversion of the tyrannical hegemony of traditional one-point perspective...he quotes Hockney as saying, "wider perspectives are needed now." I like those thoughts. I would like to think that my photography captures some of this energy. I really am trying to enlarge the perspective of what is happening around me both in a literal sense as to the changing nature of light and landscape and in a spiritual sense although what that spirituality actually is I couldn't tell. I know it's not expressed by the suits on the train or the yelping monkeys on the fox network.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Helen Levitt
I stumbled upon a book of photographs by the photography by the photographer Helen Levitt in the Qua library entitled "Here and There."
It has a forward from the New Yorker writer Adam Gropnix where he describes her work in the following manner "Uniquely, Helen Levitt walks and the rest of us are watched as walkers, too. She is the walker in the city with a camera at her side."
I liked that description. I do a lot of walking around New York as well with my camera...I am attracted to picureque light which frames people in a moment existential beauty...
It has a forward from the New Yorker writer Adam Gropnix where he describes her work in the following manner "Uniquely, Helen Levitt walks and the rest of us are watched as walkers, too. She is the walker in the city with a camera at her side."
I liked that description. I do a lot of walking around New York as well with my camera...I am attracted to picureque light which frames people in a moment existential beauty...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Soon the constructiion...
Soon the construction will begin...no more idyllic escape from the madness of American expansion...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Contrasts and Juxtapositiions...
I look for contrasts and juxtapositions....here's a shot of the gorge from late spring last year...look at the lush green bisected by the light..
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Self Portait...
Sometimes we take our masks off...then mirror reflects the light and it's time to go back to binging and put that mask back on in a hurry...
Friday, March 12, 2010
Won't You Come See Queen Jane?
In the shadows walking alone in New York...glowing lights on a warm spring night....people on the hustle in the marketplace...won't you come see Queen Jane?
Monday, March 8, 2010
the qua metls...
the qua melts like my brain...just finished watching super size me...really says it all where America is at...how much real information did the Oscars impart to anyone last night?...I guess I'll put on Glen Beck now for some truth...and the model girls down in nyc put on lipstick and the pr girls write dating blogs...so it goes...
Remember to remember...
Remember to remember...a title of a collecition of essays from Henry Miller...he was pointing out to remember how wonderful it is when you leave the straight jacket of straight societies consciousness...went out and had a smoke on Donny's bench...the light is beautiful today and I wanted to capture it out in Whipoorwhill park...Don and I had a lot of great times tweaking the man's nose so I walked out there and had a smoke on his bench while listening to the Dead from Memorial Day weekend 92 with notable tunes such as Wang Dang Doodle and Smokestack lightning...I even saw a hawk which these days makes me think of Diane Nickerson...remember to remember....through the years I return to reading Henry...his words always brings me to a high space...
The first day in th park...
Yesterday was really the first nice day in Central Park...New York was out in full force...angelic light licked the park in hungry lust...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The lights..
The lights they glow...Leo Hopi and Tyler Sid sneak around in the shadows of Westchester seeing things no others see....it's time to write yourself into the movie...
Friday, March 5, 2010
Walt Whitman's Dreams...
In search of walt whitman's dreams our hero tyler sid descends deep into the woods..
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
A thief in the night...
Like a thief in the night I move...there are things to see alone in the dark...
Monday, March 1, 2010
Seasons...
Seasons come and the seasons go...I see a little bit more everytime around the third stone of the sun...wind whistling makes the snow fall down in spay as memory dissolves from jah love...here in this moment...time distilled into autobiographical sketches of nothingness...
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