slice

it was dark as shit, and i didn't have a tripod, so it's not as clear as i'd like, but i like it. to me it feels like a little slice of what the night in a small modern city is made of, cutting it to two of it's basic elements. the fuzzy focus kinda makes that work for me, lends some mystery to the elements. fits the symbol i think, makes it more like a painting, somewhat abstract and impressionistic, but still recognizable as a photograph.

mostly i just like it cause it gives me this weird warm nighttime where the suburbs meet the shopping centers feeling. puts me in a mood like nothin else; comfortable, surreal. real and fake at the same time, but somethin i know well.

still wish it was bigger though, prints are gonna be small.

more poles

I didn't realize it until after I had finished editing, but J.M.W. Turner has fucked up my vision for life, yo. This style I did here has a lomo meets Turner meets minimal Bauhaus-inspired graphic design kinda feel to me. Compare the above to Turner's The Fighting Temeraire. The colors aren't quite the same, his are more rich while mine have a more contemporary brightness, but the style feels a lot alike. And goddamnit if that isn't all I can see now. When I first saw The Fighting Temeraire it was a major turning point in my development into a visual art lover, and then a visual artist. The brilliant, bursting color choices and the brushwork that sat somewhere between impressionism and realism but really looked different from either struck a chord with me. I realized, in Dr. Devoe the thundering, crippled professor/lumberjack's class, that I actually gave a shit about art, and "got" it. I can almost entirely blame Turner, Monet and Boccione for my interest in visual art at all (with a little Picasso and Lautrec thrown in), which is saying a little bit since, you know, that's almost half of what I spend time on now. Thus the name of this photo "J.M.W. Turner has fucked up my vision for life, yo."

Societal Sun Flowers

things we look at so constantly they lose any meaning. ah, but when you isolate them...! they become aesthetically interesting again, they regain (or perhaps gain for the first time) their symbolic nature, and the undeniably mundane is revealed to be actually beautiful. then i start to think, perhaps the mundane is my own method of perception, and not the object.

it's fun to think of these sprouting up from little electro-seeds and flourishing.
also, i love that we human-types build little teeny-tiny replicas of the sun all over the world. it ain't without meaning that the first electric object was a light.