Photographic Art Silver Gelatin Figure High Key
Color transparency, slide film, reversal film. Names for the premier color film. Fuji, Agfa, Kodak. The king “Kodachrome” rich saturated color. Have a roll of Velvia in one of my cameras now.
A couple mornings ago it was the mid 70s and I awoke to American Beauty. Jerry singing Ripple, “let there be songs to fill the air” coffee is on Tom and I sing along, Kirsten rubbing her eyes and getting ready to run. Some home made toast and Jam. Badminton, beer and pot. Westford Vt. moments that lasted forever etched into my soul. The cast in this 65 YO calendar has changed but Kirsten and I remain “Listen to the River Sing Sweet Songs to Rock My Soul” and the others are warm memories to visit often.
Digital the present, a new muse. The medium doesn’t identify or obstruct the creation. It is not about what your technology can’t do it is about making your technology do what you want.
The future a dream we race towards not sure if we arrive or just continue to race forward. Here the future is 7 months away. Birth, youth and the road to the future has a new traveler. Thirty year old Nikon Tri X warm tone Silver Gelatin Print my preferred road to all points.
Days, daze meander by as creativity visits from present and past. Memories of days in Willi wandering around the hill with Hugh shooting publicity photos as Hugh works on a new political song “Bills Dick” 1996 or so. I shoot a few we walk Hugh tries different verses we laugh. Let’s go to the carnival in Willi a carnival without rain very strange.
Like an Impressionist view/painting the the trees pop with the color of new life yet as vivid as Autumn dappled color as if with a palette knife. Somewhere between here and there, I know this has been a theme of many posts looking back on my life as I travel RT.87 metaphorically. But now I sit and ponder where am I? On this journey from the 20th century to the 21st, resisting digital, yet addicted to the computer [this as all recent color work is digital] since the death of Kodachrome the dwindling number of labs that process E-6 color transparencies and my first love Black and White Film. I do process it myself but printing due to 2011-present Hospital/health odyssey I find it difficult painful to work in the dark for long.
Enough whining or back story. Reality or what passes for reality I wonder if I could print lot’s more, if I could but the apt. has over 1000 prints 15 of which are hanging at Higher Grounds Coffee House and Gallery. These images range from B+W to Kodachrome to digital all are pigment ink prints, a cross breeding of image making Between Here and There. I rarely use Photo Shop except to convert images to pixels to show you “Me.” Like a rift in the time continuum I sit between impressionism, film, digital. Digital provides instant gratification, yet also instantly forgotten while overpopulating the world of art photography. Instant art without the journey or emotion? Perhaps the journey is after the exposure? This image has had a little post process, perhaps I will work more with post process but when in my mind does the image become a painting rather than a photograph? This post of my thoughts is so 20th century way more than 140 characters. I could scan all the negs instead of printing them, another filing system then in a couple years I’d have to transfer to the latest forever file storage [remember cd’s were supposed to last forever? Now I read that forever is 3-5 years] I doubt that but will scan some as I travel back through 4 decades of images. More tomorrow the light and color is right. Comments here are appreciated thank you very much. enjoy pjc