Showing posts with label projection/story line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label projection/story line. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Monday, November 23, 2009

Friday, November 20, 2009

Thursday, October 15, 2009

October 15, 2009


The Contemporary Scribe....

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009

September 24, 2009


Hammy the cat on a ladder:
"Like a bird on a wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free."

Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday, August 14, 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Thursday, July 9, 2009

July 9, 2009



Ok, It's hot here and we need some comic relief and a party. Name your beverage of choice - we've got an assortment. Looking back through fifteen years of cat photos has provided a few laughs this afternoon and a little reminder that sometimes we just have to kick back and wait 'til the weather changes. Then it will be studio time.

July 9 Part 2







So maybe we won't see rain any time soon, but at least we're holding our own down here in Texas - playing around and waiting for a break in the temperature. Don't worry - if you aren't a cat fan, you won't be subjected to anything like this the rest of the year. I think the heat's gone to my head.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

November 20, 2008

November 20, 2008

November 20, 2008

How does color set a mood? The soft gray and white of the carpet, the cat Marshall, and the sunlit window contribute to to the sense of calm repose. What does blue mean to you or me? We all have symbolic associations for colors; some based on personal experience and some instilled culturally. 

The cobalt blue of the vase provides a point and counterpoint to the composition, in addition to providing elements that balance.
Keeping the cat in the lower third of the composition weights the image and is another visual door into the picture world.

November 19, 2008

November 19, 2008

November 19, 2008

This picture tells several stories. It references the human desire to order the world around us - the lettering on the wall establishes the alley as a No Parking zone, and the broken glass-  jutting out at the top - is another message of fear and frailty. Whoever lives behind this wall wants to be left alone.

But there is beauty in the contrast of the rough brick surface and the smooth translucency of the broken glass bottles. A contrast of textures makes for an interesting composition. And the abstract nature of the printed letters against the structure of the bricks would be worth emulating in another sort of composition.

There is as much beauty in decay as there is in a bouquet of fresh flowers. And aren't decay and fresh growth just two different spots on the same continuum?



November 18, 2008

November 18, 2008

November 18, 2008

The Hydrangeas offer a lesson in the effective use of color. The pale blue and lavender are roughly the same value, so they balance each other beautifully. I am challenged to mimic that combination of analogous colors on silk Habotai!

This photograph would be considered beautiful even without the red-orange and yellow flowers at the bottom. But the addition of the complements to the blue and purple creates a focal point and generates some nice contrast because of the complementary pairing. And imagine how different this composition would be, were the red-orange and yellow at the top instead of at the bottom. The current placement adds important visual weight.

November 17, 2008

November 17, 2008

November 16, 2008

November 16, 2008
Being and Non-being

Substance and Light

November 16, 2008

We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.

We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside 
that holds whatever we want.

We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the space inside
that holds whatever we want.

We work with being,
but non-being is what we use.

Tao te Ching; Verse 11
Stephen Mitchell translation