I think it a fine thing to admit to artistic eccentricities if you are strong enough to hang the the results on your walls and to share your vision with others, because it’s laurels if you do well, or your being shown the door if you fail.
I really hope that you get a bit of an idea why art is a central focus in my thinking; any form of expression, be it music, poetry, art, dance or plate spinning for that matter are essentially the same thing to me (okay, the jury is still out on spinning plates to The Sabre Dance). For me the drive is to fulfill the image’s demands, and the image tells me what it requires.
It is the telling of a story, the emotions and observations that I must express, or whatever mad idea I need to to eject from brain and heart and let fly into the universe.
These images and related back story highlight the circumstances of how they came to be and other insights. However, I assure you that I am very perplexed at how, when I find myself pleased with my attempts I am humbled to remember that I am my own worst critic. That fact isn’t quite as terrifying as it used to be.
Indeed, I find that this stance prevents excessive hubris and reminds me that that it’s quite alright to be dedicated and that means working with an eye for my most demanding of clients – me.
I have come to see what it really says about me, and that is rather than being a negative thinker and self-direct that negativity inward, I make these images with the aim to better myself.
Being critical is all part of the ethos of being creative. It is essential. It is a process that is beneficial for if you use subjective forms of expression, you must evaluate that expression to ensure you are true to your path, that you are not a deluded nutbag or a charlatan blowing smoke up your own (or anyone else’s) butt.
Here, friends, is the illustration of my learning: failure, change, success and setback, moving toward a goal . I hope you enjoy them.
This is where I went very often to hang out, create, think, and have experiences; the beautiful Golden Gate. It is probably my favorite spot on earth. I was taking photos with my video cam and a couple walked by and had this stuffed rabbit. The rabbit agreed to pose for a photo and I made it somewhat psychedelic, very carnival, and I love that feel of energy in SF and I loved living among such fun and exciting artists.
This is another Florida flower from a friend’s home, and it’s a Nun’s Lily. I had never seen one before. I took the photograph in almost pitch darkness with a flashlight and the only other light from the sky. I edited several different versions of this photo since I like a challenge and this photo was almost impossible and worse, only 1MB of data in the file. I am fond of yellow and decided to try for a wet-look, saturated, unusual result. Got it, I think. Sometimes working on color alone is a learning experience but the abstraction is just as enlightening and teaches me much.
And now for a little bit of nonsensical fun that I just cannot help but enjoy. With certain people or with certain photos, my brain says, Hey, What’s the Story? I blow it all up by making a single-panel story, always fictional and completely out of character of the person, and they are pure fun and whimsy. Besides, I just can’t seem to resist: I like to take these things to the absurd sometimes. This is not a cat named Stanley but a cat a friend had named Trigger. He always seemed to be a bad kitty and therefore required being told, “Bad Kitty!”, but any cat owner can tell you that they manipulate us like total pros and we know it; that is of course the moral to the story. Below: Marino gets into an argument on the phone but teaches us a lesson.
THANK YOU FOR TAKING A LOOK AT MY WORK. If you like it please message me and tell me what it is that you liked and why; it’s good to know the elements to which you respond.
I sincerely hope you enjoyed them!
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I'm a normal guy in an abnormal life (and vice versa); someone capable and caring, a halfway-decent poet, songwriter, painter and photographer when I'm able to do it.
I have a great love of learning and have a long way to go before anything remotely recognizable as wisdom surfaces.
I despise liars and people of ill will whose only aim in life is to express their self-hatred through harming others.
I never, ever want to get married again although a date with someone that can carry an actual conversation isn't out of the realm of possibility, but they must be human and breathing at minimum.
I especially dislike the rampant misuse of the apostrophe and will do anything to educate those around me on its proper use.
The cat (in the picture with a border) is my wonderful if frustrating cat Hercules. He has a boot/foot fetish and enjoys being lightly butt-spanked continuously until he falls over on his side. I love him like crazy even if he considers me a lesser creature.
I write a blog called MyBipolarLife and am a very vocal advocate for those suffering with mental health issues.
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