private reverie

New Boston 11

 

I am a big fan of people. I really like them in all of their infinite variations. I like watching them and I love listening to their stories. If they have a talent that I envy, then I am even more impressed. What I don't like are crowds. I don't like the feeling of being pressed in by people.

When I saw this woman playing the fiddle at the Faire at New Boston, I noticed that she always closed her eyes while she was playing. Was that to escape the press of on lookers? Did she need to run from the crowds? 

My first thought was that she was like me and by closing her eyes, she could pretend that the crowds were not there. However, the more I watched and listened, the more that I realized that she was caught up in her music. 

More than just listening, she was experiencing the music in a very personal way that could not be shared with the rest of us. I imagine that she could feel the notes as they vibrated loose from the instrument and rose into the air. Hers was a private reverie. A oneness with the music, not an escape.

When I am editing a photo on my computer, I sometimes have a similar experience. I can become enmeshed in the image. If I am working on a landscape, I let my mind wander within the scenery. If the image is a portrait, I can sometimes lose myself in the person's eyes. To go even further, I can relish the brilliant colors in a photo, letting my eyes absorb them and process them. Tones, contrast, and saturation become like the individual notes in the fiddler's tune. Like the woman lost in her music, I can become lost in the beauty of an image.

 

 

glass blows

Adding Cobalt Blue

 

Yesterday, I had the unexpected opportunity to see a glass blower in action. Turned out to be a wonderful surprise. I was in Columbus for a meeting that lasted till lunch time. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to stop by the Franklin Park Conservatory to see the flowers and the butterflies. Surprise! Glass blowing in the courtyard. I sat and watched the artist for over an hour. The entire time I was there, he kept up a rolling banter about what he was doing and why it was important. He took questions and gave great answers, often demonstrating his point by changing his technique.

If you are in the area, glass blowers are on site, working daily, until two in the afternoon, seven days a week. Enjoy the following images of the artist in action. I won't narrate them as I believe they are pretty self explanatory.

 

The Glory Hole

 

Adding Stripes

 

All Hot and Bothered

 

Shaping by Hand

 

Forming the Neck

 

Re Heating

 

tattoos and body piercing

Tattoos and Body Piercing

 

I don't have any body art. I am pretty much just a plain old vanilla kind of guy when it comes to permanently changing my body. However, I am fascinated by them. The "I'll have a number 37 on my arm" kind of tatoos do nothing for me. It's the one of a kind artwork that makes me look. Until the last fifteen years or so, you had to really want to thumb your nose at society to get a piercing or a tattoo. I think mainstream body art must have started with all the girls getting belly button rings in the mid to late 90s. For them, the piercing was more of a fashion accessory, not a statement.

It's the statements that I admire, not the fashion. If I were to get a tattoo (forget piercing!) I would have to give it a lot of thought. What statement would I permanently like to place on my body? Where would I place it? Is this a shout out for the world to see or something more private that I would keep to myself? I could go old school and get a tattoo that a sailor on an eighteenth centuring sailing ship would be proud of, or I could go all modern and colorful. Though I love her dearly, I don't think I would get an homage to my mother.

I think we need to take a poll. Which of my readers has some form of body art? If it is not too personal, what is it and where is it? Would you do it again? Did it change the way you think of yourself?
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This image was shot on an early morning photo walk/drive over the weekend. When I saw the sign, the advertisements in the windows, the chair in the doorway and the gerneral appearance of the building, I knew that I would want to convert the scene into black and white. I was feeling that grittiness that color can't do justice to. The image had to be B&W, as apposed to yesterday's neon sign that was all about the color.

 

a little culture couldn’t hurt. could it?

Rooms within Rooms

 

The heat wave continued today and I have been wracking my brain for another indoor opportunity to get out of the house. It suddenly dawned on me, that I have not been to the Dayton Art Institute in some time. I am a firm believer that a little culture is good for all of us.

I dearly love a good art museum & this one is very good. If you have never been to a museum with me you can't possibly know what an experience you are missing. I am normally fairly quiet but in a museum, I turn into a walking commentator. I comment on everything. I thought that in today's post, I would give you a little taste of what it would be like to spend some time with me in an art museum.

Just like I started today, you and I will begin with the European wing of the Art Institute.

 

The Big Cheese

 

"Hey this is cool. I like the way they put these walls in the middle of a room."

"Am I supposed to sit on the bench when I look at the painting? Is that what the artist wanted? A bench?"

 

I Like This One

 

"Hey, they changed the wall color."

"She's pretty."   (Incidently, this is my favorite painting in the museum.

 

Hello?

 

"Damn, what planet did she come from?"

 

No Means No!

 

"Dude! No means NOOOO!"

"I'll bet that hurt."

 

Ummm Yeah

 

"Seriously, who paid for a portrait of her?"

"Love must be blind after all."

"I think that thing under her eye is moving"

 

Happy Happy Joy Joy

 

"Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!"

"She is thin but I'll bet she weighs a ton"

"I saw that move in Mortal Combat."

 

Indian Head

 

"Dude, it's an Indian."

"It would take me about ten minutes to make that in Photoshop."

 

Gray Gallery

 

"Ha! Somebody painted the Gray Gallery yellow!"

 

Go!

 

"Dude… GO, it's your turn!"

"Man, I crack myself up."

 

Push

 

You know that I pulled on every one of these doors. My face is imprinted on all of the door glass, all over the museum as a result.

 

The Big Picture

 

"Finally! I can see the big picture."

 

Lost and Found

 

"I'll bet it hurts combing the tangles out of their hair."

 

Purple Haze

 

"Really, that's art?"

"I have a whole wall painted that same color and I would be willing to sell it to you cheap."

 

ART?

 

"I am totally going to bring that one home, it will look great over the headboard."

"Hey, guard lady, can I get a poster of that painting in the gift shop?" 

"No? Seriously? Man that is too bad"

 

Floor Reflections

 

"They must have an incredible janitor here. Look at those floors!"

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, that completes our tour for today. Now you can see why I don't go very often. I don't want them to recognize me. I might get banned. 

So, a little culture didn't hurt me. It's just that I might done some damage to culture.

 

 

mama mia?

"Frieda and Agnetha"

 

If you are anywhere close to my age, that means your grew up in the seventies. And wether you liked them or not, you probably listened to a LOT of ABBA. Not content to keep ABBA's ear worm tunes to ourselves, we have since inflicted their music on our children as well with movies and plays like "Muriel's Wedding", "The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert" and "Mama Mia".

I know this because in-spite of my aversion to pop music this sugary sweet, I have managed to tap my toes and sing along through all of them. I am not proud but, evidently I like ABBA music.

So, it was in musically challenged state that I went to see an ABBA tribute band at Veteran's Park in Springfield last night. I used the excuse that the event would be a great opportunity to take some concert shots but, we all know the real truth. I'd asked my photo buddy Larry if he would be there but, he said he had too much stuff to do. I suspect that in reality he was hiding in the bushes singing "Money Money Money" and giggling to himself. Fess up Larry!

 

The Gathering Crowd

 

Ride Up Concerts

 

Going

 

Urban Wear

 

The crowd gathered to a couple thousand people as they waited for the sun to set and the band to take the stage. While I waited, I shot the crowd and the men's room door. Did you know that they made urban wear for seniors? Must be an emerging market.

 

Wide Stage

 

"Agnetha"

 

"Frieda"

 

Finally, just after eight, the band took the stage and the crowd went wild. There was singing, clapping, and dancing in the aisles. 

 

Looking for Larry

 

This is a picture of "Frieda" looking for Larry in the crowd. She and I both knew he was there someplace. It's ok Larry, you have to admit you have an ABBA addiction as your first step towards getting help.

 

master artistry

Tool Chest

 

Every time I get to know somebody that has truly mastered their art, I am in awe. Such is the case with my friend Rob. Even the most utilitarian pieces that he makes are beautiful and elegant. Just look at Rob's tool box. He made this chest so that he could carry some of his tools to the farm with him.

 

Tool Chest Lid

 

Tool Chest Marquetry

 

What kind of artists and artisans do you know? Have any of them mastered their art form? I'd be interested to hear from you about the super talented people in your life.

 

behind the curtain

In the Spotlight

 

I promise that this will be the last dance recital image for a while. I just wanted to point out the woman behind the curtain. Every year Patrice Link puts on this spring recital for her dance students and their parents. The ages of the dancers range from toddlers to teens. 

In a ritual that probably takes place in small towns and cities across the nation. The children file on stage and dance (or sometimes stare at the audience) while parents snap away and video their children. Here in Tipp City, it's Patrice that does the wrangling and traffic control behind the curtain. Because of her tireless efforts, the rest of us get to ooooh and aaaah at the cute kids on stage.

Thank you for putting on the show for us Patrice. Even more, thank you for letting me back stage. You are a doll!

 

 

know your audience

The Audience

 

In any art form, it is important for you the artist to know who it is that you are performing for. This fact is just as important for photographers as it is for singers, dancers and comedians. These are the people that will be consuming your art and these are the people that you need to please.

Pleasing your audience becomes all the more difficult when the art itself is personal to you the artist. Therein lies the delima. Which audience do you ultimately need to please? Is it more important to please yourself or those consuming your work?

 

Parental Control

 

If your livelihood depends on selling your work, then you have no choice but to please your consumers. You need to make an income and consumers won't buy something that they don't like. However, you need to be aware that tastes change over time and that your audience may change as well. Are you willing to change with your audience or, on the flip side, are you willing to remain stagnant as an artist because your market demands that you do?

Our ultimate audience has to be ourselves. We have to take joy in the work that we create with our hands, bodies and voices. If our creations do not allow us to grow or do not bring us joy, everybody will suffer… including our audience.

If you feel the need to grow as an artist, then allow yourself to do so. If necessary, start a side project as an outlet for your new form. Just don't sit still as an artist because you fear your consumer may not change with you. Grow! Try out new techniques, explore new avenues for your work. You just might discover a new audience is out there waiting for you.

 

 

ballerina reflection

Reflecting Lunden

 

Today, I really had a great day. I attended the dress rehearsal for a children's dance recital. I took quite a few pictures of the young dancers in their adorable little costumes. However, this image is my favorite of the day. She is a young ballet dancer and daughter of one of our good friends.

Every once in a while, you know you have a fantastic image even as your finger presses down on the shutter release button. This is one of those images. I just knew how it would look when printed out.

The actual recital is tomorrow and we will be back in attendance. I've printed out the image and had it matted in a deep gold so that we can give it to her as a small gift. I'm sure she will be surprised and excited to see her picture.