Alphabetized by a professional editor. Inspired by light and color and time and a dog. Over and under and in between explained by me.
And now, you. Thank you!
Photography– Color, contrast, composition, can’t say what makes them cooperate, or how content coordinates or conflicts. Alliteration for the eyes? Something like that. Or like eyes unsettled at first, then bouncing or wobbling, scanning for lines and shapes that balance the weight of the light and the deep feeling of dark, making a few final round trips before shuffling in and settling down into a warm blanket against whatever makes eyes restless or cold.
I like old ceramics and photography, and ceramics photography. Ceramics come composed with shapes and lines from the two hands that made them as balanced and nicely shaped as they could, given what they had going on around them. Each deserves center stage, and flattering or dramatic lighting, but the composition was decided by some brilliant people just like us but so much longer ago.
Digital Painting and Collage
I, you, we, I shouldn’t be trusted with digital colors. There are too many. Digital screens gave us too many too fast. All of us. Below, part one of a US history recap, then my lack of discipline with infinite colors will be coming hard at your eyes with impressionist, abstract, and realist sceneries.
The simple variety and richness of colors on screens is what draws us in, like monkeys mesmerized with flickering infinitely colored fruit. From this monkey state, our emotions and beliefs and votes are bought for peanuts.
Above and below: Excerpts from a timeline of American history called 1776 etc. 等等
Would our screens still entrance us if they were forever stuck in that 1980s black and green phase?
Below: Eagle Bones, an American remake of Stallion Bones
Stallion Bones early 1300s, Scholar/poet Gongkai in self-exile in southern China after Mongols conquered North. Feeling of loss of nation shown by horse. Stamps added by Qianlong emperor in 1700s denoting, mainly, his ownership.
Granny Matsu
Separated at birth, twins Granny Matsu and Mr Magoo had destinies the same. Mr. Magoo’s misunderstandings were in construction sites, Granny Matsu’s are on a small island in the Taiwan Straits amidst China’s military shenanigans. She’s a kind peaceful soul with a temper like a truck bomb. Misunderstandings or not, she always uncovers the truth.
