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Behind the curtain

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Some things I find funny.

I found some of my old photographs that I took years ago.

Back in 2000 when I still had my maiden name and I was considered young.

I had a showing of this series in some off the beaten path gallery.

I wrote my artist statement the night before late.

It went something like this.

This series of photographs is called ‘Behind the Curtain’. It’s a subjective approach about cats broken down to its most simpliest form and enhanced by all elements that intervene to shroud the subject. Subtle transparencies emerge and shadows distort but the work is not about clarity but reality. The pictures bring the viewer closer to what exactly is present and in original form. The perception is geared toward the cat but the viewer keeps coming back to the curtain as the light intensifies, flattens and solidifies the curtain. The curtain stands alone with its subtle folds, elegant drapes and soft patterns. Even though we can’t get past the curtain the cat is still identifiable.

Fail

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I know.

I don’t try enough to win all the time

So falling short of an art competition should be no surprise to me just disappointing.

Of course not as surprised and disappointed I was when that deer ran out in front of me this week.

No chance of stopping in sight.

So my disappointment moved from my show to my truck.

Something always comes along to make it better.

I’m glad I wasn’t driving my new used X* terra.

And although I was ready to let my truck go it’s sad to see it go this way.

I’m still driving it until I get some brush bars for the front of my other car.

I know.

Paranoid.

Nope smart.

I don’t drive enough to win all the time.

Idleness can be productive.

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We went out for a Friday fish fry that’s a big thing here. Went to a place called Moonlighting. It’s a little place off the beaten path hidden in some small town that we happen to fall upon one day. So we thought we’d go back. We ordered cod, you get a choice of potatoes, coleslaw and some marbled rye bread on the side. And of course a beer. I agree they do have good fish frys like they claim.

Behind us they have this old crumpled American flag in a frame. They found it in the walls when they renovated the place and kept it in remembrance that history starts here. I felt a little patriotic sitting here wondering who might have sat at this very spot at some point in time.

I was reading Solitude Inner Visions in American Art.

“Early romantics and transcendentalists solitude was a subject of those who observe the life of pioneer immigrant settlers around the turn of the century and during the great depression.”

The subject of solitude has been probed by American writers. Some things that Henry David thoreau wrote I found worth repeating. 

“A high intellectual level is not a prerequisite for solitude.”

“One of the beauties of solitude is its availability to every person.”

“To be in the company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”

“A man thinking or working is always alone.”

That idleness can be productive; and that one could go far by staying put.

The painting above is called Black in Deep Red, 1957 by Mark Rothko