Tag: mesmerized

  • Flow

    Flow

    Convergent series, day, colour photograph, art, abstract, abstract expressionism, creative, city street, urban, downtown, cityscape, speed, blur, movement, motion, green, orange yellow, vibrant, wedge, shape
    Jet Stream, 2016 – Convergent :: (click to see more)

    As a kid we lived on a street that sloped downhill. I remember spending time playing in the river of rainwater rushing down the gutter of our street. The flow mesmerized me.

    I’d spend ages finding ways to dam it up – leaves, twigs, sand, whatever had washed together. I had a whole block in which to trap it in widening lakes before it disappeared down the sewer at the end. Same thing in the spring during the snow melt – the water would erode the underside of the snowbanks and if I stomped hard enough I could collapse  them and dam the stream.

    I used to get soaking wet and cold but I was drawn to that inexorable flow – no matter how hard I worked I could never succeed in holding it back. But I did make some big lakes – which made most excellent waves when cars came by.

  • Enough

    Enough

    Light Signatures series, day, colour photograph, art, abstract, abstract expressionism, creative, city street, urban, downtown, cityscape, speed, blur, movement, motion, green, orange, muted, streaks, layers, pattern
    Inverted Orange Sky Smear, 2014 – Light Signatures :: (click to see more)

    After some reflection over today’s image, it feels like it has roots in skyline images I took years ago hanging out the window of a car bombing down a road at sunset in Kaui. There was a flat green foreground with a clear line of sight to the horizon with the orange sun glowing through some stormy grey clouds.

    I’ve always been activated by the motion of driving – from early memories of daydreams on long trips, to hours of commuting. My mind drifts mesmerized by the smeared trees and rolling fields.

    No matter how I analyze and explain it – the visuals from movement are just something fundamental to my makeup – to my history – an early imprint on my personality – my dream.