In another thread Tom just realized that old negatives and prints from 65years ago were of very high quality, as good as today maybe. Sixty five years without an upgrade wow. Now we have, in the last decade learned so much that every six months we have so much new technology that we have to upgrade and even more amazing all this new knowledge seems to coincide with Christmas and spring weddings and graduations. Choice who’s? Well it is time for me to flip the record on the turntable. enjoy pjcOriginally written for a column on Traditional Photographic Art about five years ago. In that time “You” have chosen to upgrade your diggie and software 3.33 times. Or was it Ashton Kutcher and all that TV cleavage that made your choice? enjoy pjc
My muse of two or more years. It is always the eyes that separate art from glamour. These eyes tell the story and explore the soul of the artist. Her eyes are my eyes, my eyes are hers, speaking volumes to those who listen.
Inspiration and creation, the muse is both sometimes she is a women, sometimes not. Working with a muse that is a women is a very intimate experience.
Sometimes you know right away that the connection is right, again it is the eyes they speak and dance in a language that only you can hear it is magic! We work, talk, laugh and the time disappears. She is a mirror of my reason for creating, an alphabet for me to comment with, we dance this creative minuet both thinking we are in control both knowing that neither of us is, there is only the moment it is brief, lasting forever.
There is more to come here including thoughts from The Muse, I hope to find others thoughts also on their creative muses. As I said the muse isn’t always a women or even a person. It is creation, it is thought, it is emotion. Comments are encouraged I don’t want to write to myself.
Share some creation. enjoy pjc