October 7, 2007
One may gather from my first two posts [What Makes an Artist, October 6, 2007, and My Autumnal Garden, October 4, 2007] the gist of this web site. Those posts illustrate, perhaps, a type of thinking that a dear friend and I often refer to as “oogly”. For fear that I might lose myself in the clouds of esoteria, I share with you the following observation by photographer Morrie Camhi as a splash of cold water to better keep things in perspective. Read the rest…
October 6, 2007
A recent correspondent, after looking at the photos in the Gatesman Photo Gallery, observed that telling our individual experiences through the process of “doing art” is a way in which we may connect to the universe. It is this ability, the correspondent suggests, that makes us humans and not just animals. Read the rest…
October 4, 2007
My autumnal garden stands out in the neighborhood: an explosion of color standing 7 feet tall — the height of the Cosmos blossoms. Yet some of my other flowers have wilted, leaving seed heads that I pick and place in a jar for planting next spring.
My autumnal garden is a metaphor for my creative process. I had been planning to submit a number of photographs — some of which stand out, like the Cosmos blossoms, as images in the Gatesman Photo Gallery— to a black and white photo contest. Like my garden, which is responding to the lack of summer heat, my ambitions respond to the lack of available funds and time [starving lawyer that I am — the photo contest requires a submission fee and time to prepare the images], and my intention to submit the photos suddenly stands, barren of petals, a mere seed head of potentiality.
Like the flower seeds I have placed in a jar, these seeds of potentiality carry the promise of a new garden. No sooner do I screw shut the lid on the mason jar when images of a new forum — a new garden of creativity, if you will — rise up in my imagination.
This weblog is my new garden. Welcome!
