
Tag: moving
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Uplift
Pastel Glissando, 2014 – Light Signatures :: (click to see more) You know, I think I’m ready to get out and shoot some new material – finally.
Looking at the Light Signatures source material today, house keeping files stored in the wrong place and discovering missing material on my camera, I realized – yep, it’s time. Maybe even time to re-evaluate what the city means to me.
I was mulling that over on my ride home yesterday – trying to envision something, anything. But nothing yet. Although, I’m still enchanted with the idea of layering and juxtaposing elements somehow and encasing the whole menagerie in a block of resin like some prehistoric insect in amber. And catching sight today of an earlier experiment, stitching and blocking city images as an abstracting layer, I realized I still want to explore that too.
But neither of these thoughts are fully developed – no idea how I’m going to pull them off. It’s time to get back out and start looking with fresh eyes for new material that will fit so I can figure out how they’re going to look.
I guess that means I’m mostly done with Light Signatures. Hmmm. Sad in a way – but uplifting too. Exciting times – new ideas, new possibilities. We shall see where this goes.
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Childhood Memory
Orange Swimming Beneath Mauve Blue Swipes, 2013 – Light Signatures :: (click to see more) While I was working on this image today – toward the end – I was strongly reminded of my childhood.
I’ve been working on a book to take with me as a leave behind when I meet with galleries and about a week ago woke with a complete idea of something to write as a foreword. It’s an explanation of where my interest and technique came from – an evolution.
In it is a childhood memory of riding in the back seat watching the countryside slide by me – the way each element from near to far moved differently and how it coalesced. This image today reminds me of that – looking up through the trees at flashes of blue sky as we drove past – although it’s actually an image from riding down Queen Street in Toronto.
I’m now seeing how consistently prevalent this memory is in the architecture of my images of the city – which is ironic considering this memory is of driving in the country.