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| Holding up the sky |
Holding up the Blue
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Cloudy Waters |
This is a Photo taken with a cell phone. Clouds reflecting in the water enhanced by a filter that Out lined the ripples on the water. The straight lines at the bottom are vibrations from my kayak. I really enjoy the reflected world.
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| Catch It |
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I am not buying that When I was young I played with dirt, rocks, sticks and sand and I made worlds for my plastic animals and cars to dwell. It was all called play, but at the time I worked at making the worlds a little bit better each time I engaged in the activity. I think I can say that this is where my passion for building and creating began: the sandbox. The computer age was a whole new sandbox or place to play. I have spent many hours exploring its applications to music, sound, video and photography. The image above is a combination of two photographs. They are colorized, layered, cropped, smeared and had different filters added to them. I did this time and time again. The thought I keep coming to is, was this work or play? If I ever sell this image it becomes labeled as work, because I made a profit. As it lives here in the computer world (never having been printed) can it be called artwork or is it artplay? Even my computer spell check recognizes the word artwork but not artplay. I just added it to my dictionary. I will be contacting Mr. Webster. My whole struggle is play gets a bad rap. I see play as the foundation or starting point of work. You play with something until you build enough skill to consider it work. Then the word practice enters in. So maybe the life progression is play, practice, work. I guess what I am advocating for is a life long continual return to play. I believe it is important for the grown-up community to constantly find new experiences of play. Life principal #(not yet established) - Find new materials to play with in a non-competitive manner. An activity that brings you joy with no specific result. That is Play. |
and this is my photo
I layered them together
some time ago
I have no memory of doing this
but I found it today
I like it
Thought:
I am letting go the structure
that has held me strong.
There is truer strength
in a yellow flower dancing
in the meadow's breeze
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| Sticks and Stones - Art of Play |
I will fall
in every drop of rain
and soak my way into the earth
to nourish every single grain
I will be the force
to break open the seed
and drive the roots down
and send the stems skyward
I will unfold each leaf
and prepare the bloom to burst
I will leap off the petals
and be the color
that will catch your eye
One day
This will be what I do
One day
When I fall
When I am again a part of the everything
There is this place between the cosmos
yes there is more than one cosmos
there are kazillions
and in this place wait bodies
bodies waiting for travelers
Vessels waiting to be filled
filled with a fragment of awareness
and then they will be set adrift in one of the cosmos
They will be propelled by desire
a desire to know from where they came
and where they are going
This desire will fill so much of their time drifting
That most will fail to be aware of the swirling life around them.
Embrace your drift
Be aware of your vessel's motion
Ride all the waves of light that carry you onward
Spend more time in the awareness on the journey
and less time seeking your destination.
The computer provides a trip into the imaginary
While I do like to bend the world this way
I would not want to dwell here everyday
I think it's the pink and the green
Yes it borders on obscene.
Still cool!
Photo Shot crossing the Walt Whitman Bridge, Philadelphia, PA
