Why is life worth living? It’s a very good question. Um… Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh… Like what… okay… um… For me, uh… ooh… I would say… what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing… uh… um… and Wilie Mays… and um… the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony… and um… Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues… um… Swedish movies, naturally… Sentimental Education by Flaubert… uh… Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra… um… those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne… uh… the crabs at Sam Wo’s… uh… Tracy’s face.
Posts Tagged ‘Photography’
The Schism Series I- Digital Manipulation. October 6, 2013.
Like being in a Van Gogh’s painting….
Posted in Architectural Photography, Architecture, art, Collage, Design, Digital Collage, Digital Manipulation, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Featured Architects, History of Architecture, Photography, Quotes, Research, School Work, Spontaneous Constructs, Theory and Criticism, Writing, tagged Architecture, collage, deconstructionist, dream, jim kazanjian, Photography, Rumi on February 4, 2013 | 1 Comment »
You have to keep breaking your heart
until it opens.
Without the use of a camera Portland-based artist Jim Kazanjian sifts through a library of some 25,000 images from which he carefully selects the perfect elements to digitally assemble mysterious buildings born from the mind of an architect gone mad. While the architectural and organic pieces seem wildly random and out of place, Kazanjian brings just enough cohesion to each structure to suggest a fictional purpose or story that begs to be told.
Reblogged from here.
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, Featured Artists, Photography, Poetry, Quotes, Writing, writing, tagged cancun, cruel winter, featured artist, jason de caires taylor, Photography, poem, Poetry, underwater sculpture on January 24, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
‘We should be so anchored in that stillness of the ocean,
so much so that waves do not bother us.’
‘Avoid the bridge, he says.
We need all the poets.’
One last brilliant morning, and watch,
I become seagull.
Has poetry ever brought back a lover
except in dreams
Has it ever changed one heart
Have words ever mended
That is a job for Time.
My poems are songs for no-one, you see.
I sing them on a street corner
For the wind, for the rare passerby
There is no hat on the pavement,
You can keep your change.
Respectability will not keep you warm at night.
All these books, my house is made of them,
their wondrous stories
they are but paper and weight in the dark.
The sun kisses me and I fall asleep
in a room bathed in golden light
the sunsets are getting longer these days
- look at this cloudless sky, the heat of summer in January,
how can one not be happy?
That is not what I came for.
There are constellations on my skin
You will never see
Here is Ursa Major,
Yours was the final, absolute silence
Of deep space -
I was tethered
Night stars are beautiful to look at
But, oh, they cannot warm you
Diamonds are heartless
In the dark,
He speaks a tongue I do not understand.
During the day he absolves me.
When Life gives, take.
She is a miserly landlady, sometimes
And this is not a kind Winter.
When the thick walls of the city are besieged,
they absorb the injury of cannons,
fiery arrows, climbing soldiers.
To a point.
A fortress, like a ship, like a dam,
is still made by human hands.
Lo, the smallest breach and the tiniest rivulet
Bring down civilizations.
San Diego, January 2013
Posted in Architectural Photography, art, Art Gallery, Art Show, Digital Manipulation, Music, NaBloPoMo, Photography, Poetry, Writing, tagged digital manipulation, Gillian Welch, Jenna Ann MacGillis, performance art, Photography, Poetry, san diego space for art, the desperate characters of Mercer county, the way it will be, throw me a rope on November 10, 2012 | 3 Comments »
The set above was designed by Jenna Ann Mac Gillis for the performance
‘The Desperate Characters of Mercer County’ which took place at San Diego Space for Art on November 10, 2012. Read all the lurid details of this Americana story here.
I can feel poetry
rise out of silence
like an undeniable tide,
a Polaroid floats to the surface.
The words appear
Oh honey, just take out your lighter,
they are written in lemon juice
Loving you was like
carrying a cardboard suitcase
in the rain
In the absence of
I collect mugs by my bedside
Ride in empty buses
-straw bale leggings-
and always get to the theather
after the movie ended
I walk among the Saturday night revelers huddled around a screen
-the miniskirts march in lockstep
It’s date night in San Diego
a cold one too
knights in shirt sleeves have donated their coats
and presents are opened inside cars.
I steal glances and compose poems
that don’t help anyone tonight.
The lines start to sound
like a Gillian Welch song.
If you have a mind like a diamond,
expect it to cut.
I was in love with the dream of you
And now I am shackled to a ghost.
Some kinds of pain never die;
they can only ease a little,
and not every day.
Lift now the lid of the jar of heaven,
Pour, cupbearer, the wine of the invisible,
The name and sign of what has no sign.
Pour it abundantly.
It is you who enrich the soul–
Make the soul drunk and give it wings.
Come again always, rich one,
and teach all our cupbearers their sacred art.
Be a spring jetting from a heart of stone;
Break the pitcher of soul and body–
Make joyful all lovers of wine.
Ferment a restlessness in the heart
of the one who thinks only of bread–
Bread is a mason of the body’s prison;
Wine, a rain for the garden of the soul.
I’ve tied the ends of the earth together.
Lift now the lid of the jar of heaven
Close those eyes that see only faults
Contemplate those that only see the invisible
so no mosques or temples or idols remain
Posted in ArchistDesign | Studio, Architectural Photography, Architecture, Art Show, art,poetry,writing, Books, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Habana Diaries, History of Architecture, Le flâneur, Lectures, Music, Photography, photography, Quotes, Reading, Research, School Work, Traveling, tagged Alejo Carpentier, Architectural Styles, Architecture, Centro Habana, city of colums, cuba, Cuban eclecticism, El Malecon, Federico Lorca, graham greene, Habana, Habana Vieja, Havana, havana as a rose, images, La Habana, literary quotes, Lost CIty, photographs, Photography, Quotes, ruins, urban design, Vedado on April 20, 2012 | 1 Comment »
‘Habana is very much like a rose,’ said Fico Fellove in the movie The Lost City,
‘it has petals and it has thorns…so it depends on how you grab it.
But in the end it always grabs you.’
“One of the most beautiful cities in the world. You see it with your heart.”
Enrique Nunez Del Valle, Paladar Owner
Habana’s real essence is so difficult to pin down. Plenty of writers have had a try, though; Cuban intellectual Alejo Carpentier nicknamed Habana the ‘city of columns,’ Federico Llorca declared that he had spent the best days of his life there and Graham Greene concluded that Habana was a city where ‘anything was possible.’
Habana is, without doubt, one of the most attractive and architecturally diverse cities in the world. Shaped by a colorful colonial history and embellished by myriad foreign influences from as far afield as Italy and Morocco, the Cuban capital gracefully combines Mudéjar, baroque, neoclassical, art nouveau, art deco and modernist architectural styles into a visually striking whole.
But it’s not all sweeping vistas and tree-lined boulevards. Habana doesn’t have the architectural uniformity of Paris or the instant knock-out appeal of Rome. Indeed, two decades of economic austerity has meant many of the city’s finest buildings have been left to festering an advanced state of dilapidation. Furthermore, attempting to classify Habana’s houses,palaces, churches and forts as a single architectural entity is extremely difficult.
Cuban building – rather like its music – is unusually diverse. Blending Spanish colonial with French belle epoque, and Italian Renaissance with Gaudi-esque art nouveau, the over-riding picture is often one of eclecticism run wild.
Nadie’ en tus arquiadas
En tus piedras llore’
Tus plazas me acogieron
Respire’ en la sombra de tus arboles
Sufrie’ por su cara
–los abrazos olvidados en la rena
estan alla’ hasta otro viento–
En tu son
Comprendi’ tus ojos infinitos
El calor the tus brazos dorados
En la noche el agua va corriendo en las fuentes–
Todavia estare’ alla’,
En los pasajes y las calles,
En las escaleras y las puertas serradas,
y en tu corazon de sal.
La Habana, Cuba, Avril 2012
I swam in your porticoes
On your stones I cried
Your piazzas welcomed me
I breathed in the shade of your trees
I suffered for his face
–the embraces forgotten on the sand
there remain, until another wind.
In your sound
I understood your infinite eyes
The heat of your golden arms
In the night
The water will continue to run in the fountains
I will be there still,
In your passageways and streets,
In your staircases and closed doors,
And in your heart of salt.
Havana, Cuba, April 2012
Posted in ArchistDesign | Studio, Architectural Photography, Architecture, architecture, art,poetry,writing, Competitions and Collaborations, Design, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Photography, photography, Portfolio of Work, San Diego, tagged archisdesign studio, ArchitDesign Studio, Architectural Concepts, architectural photographer san diego, architectural photography, Architecture, architecture project, interior design, interior photography, Margit Whitlock Espinosa, Photography, San Diego Architecture firm, san diego designer, san diego interior architecture firm, san diego interior design on February 22, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Apparently this is my year. The year of the Water Dragon.
I am happy to say, I am finally completing my architecture website.
This other digital studio has been on the back burner for about a year , but it looks like 2012 is the antithesis of procrastination.
A year that quickens…like a strong sun that vanquishes the fog.
I have added some photography work for my friend and mentor Margit Whitlock at Architectural Concepts. Photographing these well-executed design projects was a joy.
Still few portfolio items to add to the site (and three new projects on the boards!)
Will keep posting updates as they happen, and hope to finish in few weeks.
Posted in Architecture, art, Books, Drawing, Photography, Poetry, San Francisco Diaries, sketchbook, sketching, Traveling, Writing, tagged berkeley sign, Drawing, Photography, san francisco, sketches on February 19, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Posted in Architecture, art, Art Gallery, Art Show, Artuesdays, Competitions and Collaborations, Digital Manipulation, Experiments, History of Architecture, Photography, Poetry, Writing, tagged fotografia., Inverno, Photography, Venezia., venice, winter on January 3, 2012 | 3 Comments »
In the winter, Venice is like an abandoned theatre. The play is finished, but the echoes remain.
To build a city where it is impossible to build a city is madness in itself, but to build there one of the most elegant and grandest of cities is the madness of genius.
There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.
It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand.
A train-ride takes you from Milano to Venice..whose real name is Venezia, the Most Serene city and splendid, golden Republic. On the train you think about Byron, his letters written on trains, his Venetian Countess.
Through frozen fields and dormant earth, through fog and long-gone rice paddies , you deboard to the Sublime.
At dusk the lights from bars and cafes shimmer on the dark waters, and you start thinking in cliches, such as temporarily inhabiting an Impressionist painting.
Yet the feeling is fresh and true: each visit to this surrealists’ dream had its poignant moment of suspension of disbelief.
Each time the city grabs you and takes you away with her.
Here’s a taste of today’s acts of flanerie in La Serenissima.
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Painting, Photography, photography, Quotes, Spontaneous Constructs, tagged art, art palette, brush, painting, Photography, Poetry, Quote, rag, Van Gogh on December 24, 2011 | 2 Comments »
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
Vincent van Gogh
Think in images, not sentences anymore
or better, fill yourself with food-sounds
against hollow silences.
Colours are a kind of music
and music pours a red-yellow wine here.
Sit like a cat in the Sun,
this warm December Sun that heals
this warm December Sun that lights
all dusty corners of the soul
My California, My South,
My brilliant blessing, I thank you.
Year, rush to an end.
Is it Spring when the birdlets leave the gilded cage?
Open all doors.
Is it Spring when the starlings return from Southern latitudes?
Then burst open shutters and windows
They never do close here.
In the photograph, the hand is like a wing that shelters
It is always there,
in the heart-home
that has no doors
Balzac called the boulevards of Paris what the Grand Canal was to Venice,
saying that whoever stepped onto them was lost to their charm:
“on y boit des idees.’ (here people drink in ideas).
Edmund White, The Flaneur
” If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man,
then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you,
for Paris is a moveable feast.”
Posted in Architecture, art, Collage, Digital Collage, Paris Diaries, Photography, Writing, tagged collage, Digital Collage, fans, la rose de versailles, marie antoinette, Paris, Photography, rose, slate roofs on October 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art,poetry,writing, Cures for the Nothing, Photography, photography, Poetry, Writing, writing, tagged 2011, bankers hill, blackout, caffe' letterario, city, espresso, Hillcrest, iniziative letterarie, José Luis González, La Noche que Volvimos a Ser Gente, people, Photography, Poetry, san diego, september 8, The Night We Became People Again, urban moments, Walking on September 11, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
It has been ten long days since my last post, ten days of travels, of letters written and not sent, of (re) search.
In the middle of it all, I experienced the ‘biggest blackout in the history of San Diego county’. Thursday, September 8th, 2011, power went off for millions of people in Southern California, Baja California and Arizona. No ATM’s , shuttered stores, nowhere to buy food or water in a world where, when the machines stop, the city stops. The blackout lasted for almost nine hours, from 3.30 Pm till just before Midnight, and it was all it took to plunge my two neighborhoods in an atmosphere that was at times apocalyptic, at others, surreal, magical, “european”. Beyond the novelty, even excitement, felt by some there were people trapped in high-rise elevators, in trolley cars over canyons, in mid-rise buildings without water. It was a time where everything stopped and a battery radio and candles (my only emergency preparedness) help whiled away the hours. It was a movie. And a dream.
Before I share what I have been working on in the past few days, here is my dispatch from the Blackout and some urban moments caught on camera.
PS: From http://www.nakedtranslations.com/en/2004/entre-chien-et-loup nakedtranslations.com:
Entre chien et loup is a multi-layered expression. It is used to describe a specific time of day, just before night, when the light is so dim you can’t distinguish a dog from a wolf. However, it’s not all about levels of light. It also expresses that limit between the familiar, the comfortable versus the unknown and the dangerous (or between the domestic and the wild). It is an uncertain threshold between hope and fear.
The night we saw the stars.
Full moon, venus, motherlight.
Flaws and flames
It is so quiet
we can hear ourselves
If the end of the world comes
I want you to know
We are fine.
Read ”La Noche que Volvimos a Ser Gente”or “The Night We Became People Again” by José Luis González, a short story on the big blackout in New York City.
If you are left with a battery powered CD player when the world ends- and speak italian- you could do worse than listen to Caffe’ Letterario.
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art, Art Show, Berkeley Diaries, Competitions and Collaborations, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Experiments, Le flâneur, Photography, photography, Portfolio of Work, Spontaneous Constructs, Thought in the Alley, tagged city imagery., COmpetition, flaneur, international photography, one life international photography competition, Photograph, Photography, photography competition, trip around the world, Urban art on August 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I decided to participate ( characteristically last-minute) to ONE LIFE, an international photography competition, in the ‘City Imagery’ category.
Click here (or on the image above) to see the entry at a higher resolution and, if you like what you see, vote and share my photograph.
The prize is $10,000 or a trip around the world. Guess what I would pick.
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Ink, Photography, tagged Drawing, les demoiselles d'avignon, moma, museum of modern art, new york, new york city, New York Diaries, Photography, Picasso, sketch, subway on June 23, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Presently and present in New York City.
Conference sessions, museums, walking walking walking. Design, Architecture, Art.
The energy of the City. Ideas like kites move slower than the city moves. Slower than pedestrians at a busy intersection, slower than subway trains with their human cargoes.
A musical: Death Takes a Vacation.
Absorbing and consuming the city, which becomes a commodity. Getting lost in the city, a bus to New Jersey, a ride to the Bronx.
Will post few dispatches, I have been absent with no written excuses.
My fabric city map is almost done, it took almost a month. I have the utmost respect for seamstresses.
Until next time, with a summer-light heart, looking forward to sharing more experiments.
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Photography, tagged breathtaking photography, frans lanting photography, june issue, morning sun, Namibia, national geographic, Photography, Travelling on May 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
…but a photo taken in Namibia by Frans Lanting for a story in National Geographic’s June issue.
Lanting explains how he did it in a Nat Geo Q&A:
It was made at dawn when the warm light of the morning sun was illuminating a huge red sand dune dotted with white grasses while the white floor of the clay pan was still in shade. It looks blue because it reflects the color of the sky above. … The perfect moment came when the sun reached all the way down to the bottom of the sand dune just before it reached the desert floor. I used a long telephoto lens and stopped it all the way down to compress the perspective.
What a breathtaking world we live in.
Time to travel again.
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Book Reviews, Books, Collage, Cures for the Nothing, Digital Collage, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Digital Manipulation, Featured Artists, Photography, photography, Writing, tagged Arab cities, Cities of Salt, City of Salt, Digital Collage, escapism, fable, fantasy, favorite books, fiction, Invisible cities, Italo Calvino, Miniature cities, nicholas kahn, orientalism, Photography, photography spread, prose, reverie, richard selesnick, tales on May 24, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
“Here is a splendid volume from the Terry Gillam school of fictional photography… The book comes in a sturdy slipcase and features complex landscapes, painstakingly created, and digitally peopled by actors playing out scenes which conjure up a mystical Middle Eastern civilisation. Enigmatic, but beautiful.”
“This is a beautifully structured text with an imaginative use of words and photography. This wondrous book of tales is a complex work of art that will be read throughout our generation.”
Focus: Fine Art Photography Magazine
“City of Salt… creates and documents alternate realities in miniature, accompanied by narratives inspired by Sufi tales, Italo Calvino and more.”
Michelle Wildgen –Publishers Weekly
Posted in art, Poetry, Writing, tagged a morte devagar, dies slowly, documenting the city, flaneur, homeless man, homeless people, martha medeiros, muere lentamente, Pablo Neruda, Photography, san diego, st.loup on March 10, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Updated March 15
For about a year, I have been lackadaisically documenting street conditions in San Diego.
The paranoia towards publicly shared space, the ordinances (no sitting allowed, no loitering), the lack of benches. Downtown San Diego is the antithesis of porosity, a built environment that refuses to be interacted with. We purchase community: getting out your billfold is the only way to experience publicness. Ok. So there is Seaport Village…but that is not the streets….urban San Diego.
On the street of the America’s Finest City on any given night you find first and third world country sharing the sidewalk (sorry am I being un-PC? I meant developing country.)
I refrained from taking photos of homeless people until now, out of respect. But yesterday I learned that politeness can be the opposite of sincerity.
The work of an artist/flaneur is (also) to look at things most people gloss over, or willingly ignore. We are walking bookmarks. So tonight I asked this man what he was reading. ‘Science fiction’ he said. ‘It was originally published in 1952.’
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Later on that evening…
Yoga class having come and gone (again), I will take a page from Neruda the Brazilian writer Martha Medeiros and stop going home the same route. I will sit for an apple mint sheesha (hookah, as it’s known here) and purchase me some people time.
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Later on that week….
This is ‘Dies Slowly’ or ‘Muere Lentamente’, a poem misattributed to Pablo Neruda, from the original ‘A Morte Devagar’ by Martha Medeiros:
The poem and the English version which follows – and which I slightly modified – come from this blog
Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y nole habla a quien no conoce.
Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobres las “ies” a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas delos bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.
Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien no se permite porlo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.
Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.
Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien nose deja ayudar.
Muere lentamente quien pasa los días quejándose de sumala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.
Muere lentamente quien abandona un proyecto antes deiniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o norespondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.
Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que elsimple hecho de respirar.
Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad.
He dies a slow death who becomes a slave to habit, repeating everyday the same paths, who doesn’t change the mark he leaves, won’t risk wearing a new color, nor talk to people he doesn’t know.
He dies a slow death who avoids passion, who prefers black to white and dotted i’s over a whirlwind of emotions,especially those that make the eyes sparkle , rescue smiles from yawns, hearts clumsy with feelings.
He dies a slow death who doesn’t upend the table when he is unhappy at work, who won’t risk a sure thing for the uncertainty behind a dream, who won’t allow himself, at least once in his life, to flee from sensible advice.
He dies a slow death who doesn’t travel, nor read, nor hear music, who doesn’t laugh at himself.
He dies a slow death who destroys self-love, who won’t let himself be helped.
He dies a slow death who spends his days complaining of his bad luck or of the neverending rain.
He dies a slow death who quits a project before starting it, not asking about what he doesn’t know, or not answering when asked about something he does know.
Let us avoid death in gentle doses, remembering always that being alive demands an effort much greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only burning patience will allow us to conquer
a splendid happiness.
Posted in art, Digital Collage, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Digital Manipulation, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Photography, photography, Spontaneous Constructs, Uncategorized, tagged android app, digital manipulation, filter, photo illusion, Photography, red, special effects on March 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in Architecture, art, Artuesdays, Cures for the Nothing, Photography, Poetry, Writing, tagged Inverno, Milan, Milano, Navigli, Photography, sunset, tramonto, winter on February 1, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Before the first day of the month comes to a close…
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Cures for the Nothing, Design, Photography, tagged Design, happy new year, interios design, michael buble', Milano, Photography, typography, vetrine, windo dressing, window dressing, wishes on January 1, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
While the first day of 2011 is coming to a close here in Milano, I think of what my mom always says: ‘What you do the first day of the year, you do all year’. I am happy to report I sketched today and fed my mind with architecture, art, and words. I also wanted to post my Milanese wishes to set the tone for this fabulous (I just know) 2011.
It was a week full of adventures here: walking in the city, enjoying aperitivi in cool lounge bars, ringing in the new year with family first and then in a club inside a deconsacrated church (can someone say adaptive reuse?). I saw two exhibits at the Palazzo Reale: Dali’ (thankyou Sara!) and, today Al-Fann l Islamic Art, the Al Sabah collection from Kuwait.
I sketched my favorite pieces, took notes (and even some clandestine photos), and have couple of ideas for near-future experiments.
For now, Happy New Year (I’m feeling good, are you?); may it be your best yet.
Posted in art, Artuesdays, Cures for the Nothing, Photography, Poetry, Writing, tagged Hawaii, Introspection, Meditation. Contemplation, O'ahu, Photography, sepia, Tree on September 14, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Featured Artists, Photography, Thought in the Alley, tagged artist blog, Brandon Lee, Color, Drawing Class, Drawing portraits, Eric Draven, graphite pencil portraits, Grayscale, Photography, Photography Portraits, Portrait tutorial, Portraits, the art of portrait photography, The Crow, video tutorials on August 27, 2010 | 3 Comments »
I ran into Darrel Tank’s Five Pencil Method few weeks ago. His work is breathtaking.
I really just drew one portrait, my first — if we don’t count some self-portraits done as homework for drawing classes in college. And I don’t think we want to see that type of work here, or maybe yes, for giggles. Just so you know in one I was made-up like The Crow. Oh yes there is also that whole other side of me…
Just Go Grayscale And Call It ‘Art’
But all of this is just to shamelessly plug in this portrait that the photographer Dianna Ippolito took of yours truly last week. It will go on the Faculty wall of my school. And if a photo could ever make someone happy this is it, and I wanted to share it here, hoping you will overlook the fact that it is my photo: it is the art of photography and catching a soul with a lens as well.
Moreover, I am losing my innocence and naivete’ as we speak, so good thing they were preserved here;)
Posted in Cures for the Nothing, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Film, NaBloPoMo, Photography, tagged Abstract, film noir, Hitchcock, Photography, Quotes, Rear Facing Window on August 8, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Cures for the Nothing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Photography, tagged 5 megapixel camera, cigarettes, crutch, Drawing, grrrrl, htc hd2, Photography, rose, yellow rose on May 20, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Here is a flower for you from my new phone.
I usually would not mention such details, except for the fact that I will be able to post from the road now and the 5 megapix camera is spectacular. You can say that I am happy today.
There are huge, full-bodied roses around the corner, yellow in yesterday’s moonlight.Their scent was a a promise of a life untroubled, full of beauty, and grace. I wanted to show them to you, but today they were gone. And the finality of life hit me.
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Painting, Photography, Poetry, Quotes, tagged david caspar friedrich, david caspar friedrich quotes, duncan sheperd, german romantic art and poetry, night photography, night sky, organic photography, Photography, werewolves, writing with light on February 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Photography means ‘writing with light’.
Tonight the sky is lit up, and I took one of my ‘apnea photos’ as I was walking home. I set the camera on the night setting, then, since I don’t have a tripod, hold still and don’t breathe until the camera finishes computing all available light.
Earlier in class (History of Art Neoclassic-Modern) we discussed the concept of ‘organic photography’, that is photography that is not retouched or enhanced digitally (Photoshopped). Well, what you see above is a direct dump from my camera. I read the recent review of ‘Werewolves’ and our very own Duncan Sheperd mentioned a David Caspar Friedrich light throughout the movie.
The sky tonight reminds me of German Romantic poetry.
The one true source of art is our heart, the language of a soul infallibly pure.
A work that is not begotten from this source can only be an artifice. Every authentic work of art is conceived in a sacred hour, and borne in a happy hour, often without the artist’s knowing, by the inner impulse of the heart.
David Caspar Friedrich
Posted in Architecture, Kuwaiti Diaries, Photography, tagged Al Boom, art photography, Asia, Boats, Islamic Architecture, Kuwait, Middle East, Photography, Ships, Travelling, Vessel on January 1, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Happy New Year.
I welcomed 2010 on a beach, overlooking the Arabian Gulf.
In Italy we say that what you do the first day of the year you will do all year, and I would love to continue doing art -and posting it- all of 2010. I am in Kuwait for the holidays and, feeling like a foreign correspondant, I offer these sights. I do not have my usual computer- and Photoshop, so here are these images, raw, unedited, uncropped, uncaptioned. I hope you will enjoy them.
This is the Al-Boom and surrounding areas, my first sighting of Kuwait and its history. It is also called the Hashemi, a recent reproduction of the ancient vessel (Kuwaitis were sea-people, like my father, merchants and pearl collectors).
The Al- Boom is the biggest man made vessel constructed out of wood , its interior is used as a reception hall. I found it magnificent, and the details were exquisite, something to revel on.
Gallery Updated Jan.2, 2010