3D, or What?
Well, back at the ranch, this was all about my love for my pomegranates. It was fall/late and I was demonstrating the proper way to open a pod without bursting the seeds. I worked to enhance the contrasting colors and depth of space.
I'm recognizing that I'm becoming even more impudent in my old age. This image came together more like a puzzle, I really began to care less what it was of. But, in case you wonder. It is the corner of the roof of the Egyptian-style Mausoleum at the Hillside Cemetery in Redlands, CA.
Throughout the year, I watch the shadows change daily on my walks, usually not too long after sunrise. I had seen these shadows and tried to arrive just as they made this configuration. Again, doesn't matter. Dose Art?
First Shadow 1/13/11
Something about images capturing times when we question our sensibilities, or mortality. Plant spirits have been truthful in imaging my own reflections. This was "forced to be truthful with whimpers of human weakness, asking for mercy."
Actually, I had an unusual ceramic vase and fit these artichoke blossoms into the neck of the vase. I hope I captured the angle of the sun at that fall sunset. The setting sun shines right into the open garage door.
Blue Agave Blossom
If I could describe a friend who lives in a tangerine house once aqua blue, this might be a visual of the description. And co-coincidentally was on an autumn day looking over San Timoteo on Sunset.
Agave Agave Blossom
Now with Agave colors. I acknowledge this plant exudes too much mystery to be explained. It would have to be printed very large and hung above eye level in a small room with a very high ceiling and tall narrow windows that let the sun in.
Trying to capture this image involved large amounts of glint gathering and was actually on the "Walking the Milky Way" journey to discover the secrets of glint and how we turn into light beings.
I bore myself with on-going reaction to plain normal patterns and graphic contrasts. I suppose if you are surrounded by tall buildings, wide streets and mechanical stuff everywhere, you may look at things differently, talk a different visual language, a different dialect. New title, "visual dialectic."
Sure, of course, you've caught me bored again on the computer, just like you now, too, gathering transformational techno glint.
The artichoke bloomed last summer but I was reminded of it when I went to see the Tibetan Monks do a Sand Mandala at the U of R last winter. Its an insensitive mandala, but (in my mind) echos some of the McKenna theories presented in the Avatar Movie. Besides I've always been a sucker for anything amethyst. This is slightly on the saturated edge, but I found that when printed, this pic does not match the original color of the file. So, with this tweaking, the print now approaches the original file picture. I know, another "bleepin'" flower.
How self-indulgent; taken only because this was a cactus my Mother had had for years. I was thinking of her as I took the picture and actually only include it because of the next boredom bastard you see.
Cactus Blossom w/effects
I couldn't get that oiled-body feeling of baroque frescoes out of my mind and off my hands. Eh, did it anyway. The original picture was interesting, but boring because it was. This truly can attest to that obstinate dastardly boredom that drives us to our computers. Then I post crap like this (ask me about my craportfolio).
Oh Lord! Just because nature is beautiful what makes me think I can actually do anything about it?
Look, I was (still am) into the "eye" concept of the mystery. I've been acting out surrogate rituals to take the place of a sweat-lodge for the purging of my Mother's passing. Something about the glint properties hovers around the concept of taking the tunnel through the silver thread and seeing the light. If colored light causes retinal burn what do iridescent lights do? Let alone the patterns and rhythms of structured glint gathering. Again, I don't know, maybe I'm just bored.
Grandma Meagher's Mirror
This was a highlighted pic of Gizmo just at the instant he shook his head.
Fungus On Oak
I don't remember seeing a tree fungus with such an insistent image. I added the Photoshop effects, not sure if it depicts visual balance or harmony. I'll contemplate it more on the computer.
After Tecopa Rains
JA asked me one time, "where's the glint on a cloudy day?" I answered, "Well, clouds are really reflected and refracted glint, all that which offers much to be gathered. I thought it was interesting that a cloud is a mass of microscopic rainbows all jostling around together. Our eyes can actually gather glint in their own way from any light source. Color is just the flavor of glint. We watch for the patterns to be formed in a rhythmic or melodic way, light symphonies. Enjoy your walks. Go for the tall trees that have sunlight glinting through the leaves. Pine needles are great to create mandalas of threads of linear rainbows. Anyway the real source is just relaxing in your camp chair in a nearby public forest, watching the sunset.
Oh yeah, this is the rushes and thrushes and grasses of the Tecopa Basin in the northern Mojave Desert the edge of a larger Death Valley Basin. Oh yeah, on a cloudy day.
This photo is actually upside down due to Chris was sitting across the table at Tom's house in Maui. It was a reflective evening with three ol' high school buddies after 45 years of our lives and our art. Glint? This is what glint is all about, kinda personal.