All images are mine unless otherwise noted.
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Most of the images on this post are of an abstract nature. They are almost all taken at the Colby College Museum of Art. Some of the works from the Museum are are only used as an undercoat if you will for the images seen below.
My process at this time is developing an impression that comes from the creative forces within, allowing an expression of what my internal senses may perceive without becoming too contrived - I hope. Photography is still the basis for my creativity, the tools I utilize. I only allow things to flow according to their energies, which is giving me a sense of connection to my inner sensibilities. Technique takes a large part of this process, but it is becoming more second nature and intuitive, as many ways of doing things in software are done without fuss - auto pilot may be a metaphor for the tools I use.
Only the first and last images are photographic in a recognizable sense. They are something of an entrance and an exit from the abstraction of the middle works
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“...we
live on the edge of the abstract all the time. Look at something solid in the
known world: an automobile. Separate the fender, the hood, the roof, lie them
on the garage floor, walk around them. Let go of the urge to reassemble the
care or to pronounce fender, hood, roof. Look at them as curve, line, form.
Relax the mind. Don't immediately try to make meaning or be practical.
Truthfully, how practical is life anyway? All our work, and death is the final
result? So let's enjoy the unfolding shape, the elemental, organic delight and
agony of it all.”
Natalie Goldberg, Living Color: Painting, Writing, and the Bones of Seeing
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Our inner self appears first as a dream,
Distant shores are visible and yearning arises -
A desire to transverse the seas of constructed barriers appears;
Then, the building of a boat, a raft, and the journey begins.
The span between our thinking and our inner self is traveled,
As understanding of what may have been missing in life is revealed.
We come home to our self.
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There is a bridge to the heart
We find the way, or not
Because the Way is unknown
Many, afraid, will not cross.
The Olive Green Sea
One of the many colors of God revealed
Before the European invasion
a lone Native American waited on the shore,
peering into the Atlantic ocean,
knowing life would never be the same again.
When we stand on the same shore,
what do we see and remember?
Every sunrise
Every sunset
Offers hope.
"The face beneath the ads"
Modern society is mechanistic
and we must take care to not get ground up
in the gears of all that is thrown at us -
"Buy" and "Consume" are two mantras that never stop.
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Eider ducks in a sheltered bay at Schoodic Point, Maine.
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Some Humor:
Another view of history, circa 1492.
Catlumbo arrives with the New world Order.
Peace until next post,
Bill Lagerstrom
