Newport Jazz free tickets but no backstage pass what were they thinking. I mean “do you know who I am” lol enjoy pjc
A Providence Door
A Life in Photographic Art, Another Door Entered
In the early 80’s and in love I moved to Providence, while there I worked at RISD and Brown. One day meeting a friend who worked in RISD’s publications office for lunch I continued my life long series of doors. Posing Kate in the doorway and myself directly in front the series Layered life began. As we walked on to lunch Kate mentioned that the door was to Harry Callahan’s home. Thirty years later I still seek open doors and the humanity that lies within and I continue to ponder and reflect with compassion, in the view finder, my soul exposed in every subject.
You may look at lots of images but back in the pre artifiscal age and today still for me the decisive moment was not taken 1000 exposures per image to later photo shop and find your idea. Creativity came from within the viewfinder, the rectangle the mind. The little nuance of the two of us reflecting in the door knob were not a “happy accident” it was composition, creation. It was/is mine.
Photographic Art more doors, under Harry’s and here. Are the doors still open?