Showing posts with label hand coloring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hand coloring. Show all posts

Monday, February 6, 2017

An old fashioned gas pump, a derelict arrow/sign



This gas pump no longer pumps, hasn't for a while. A symbol of....? I'm not sure what - power that was, but is no more, at least here at this station. 
And a big blank arrow, pointing... but to where or what?


It all started when i came upon this abandoned store, if memory serves me halfway well, in a place called Death Valley Junction, Ca. Rtes 127 & 190. These frames were taken over 20 years ago, i have been by more recently, and 'progress' has caught up with it. The abandoned gas station was an active/open store of some sort catering to tourists. I didn't even go inside. 
Here's the contact sheet from the first visit: 


I got sooo much mileage out of this, it was one lucky prescient discovery.
As for the horse shoes on the antler? I'll get back to that later.

I did numerous 'sketches' & studies of what to do with the gas pump and the direction sign:







Ended up doing this darkroom print:


The dodging/blending is very simple on this one:
Dodge out both top and bottom, starting about 1/3 way from top or bottom, ending
beyond the halfway point. 
I've always found that overlapping 2 images more than i might think would work actually works the best.


Then I hand colored it, and added a bit of digital saturation.


So maybe the image asks a question of the viewer - when you are out of gas, and got no clear direction, whaddaya do then? Punt? Give up and rollover dead?? I hope not - snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, turn a lemon into lemonade.
This not the obvious take away from this image = 'you are out of gas, and got no clear direction'.

But the best response is: Life hands you a lemon? Make lemonade!

In the very so often 'whatever catches my eye' file:




We live in times of 'alternate facts', a president that is IMHO spinning out disgraceful behavior on a daily basis. I keep replaying this track in my mind, regularly.

Orig. studio recording:
Gimme Shelter
 "Oooo storm is threatenin' my very life today,
If i don't get some shelter yeah, i'm gonna fade away"

Monday, October 3, 2016

Nevada fortune wheel


Another sandwich - two negs aligned together in the neg carrier. Just one exposure.
Coming up with these is really difficult, i don't know where this came from, i went thru all my 'psd sketches' folders, couldn't find a thing. Oh, well / c'est la vie.
The thing about sandwiches that seems to work for me? Something distant contrasting against something close up. Plenty of tension and contrast going on, it makes the image interesting / arresting.
The landscape is Nevada which is mostly the most barren desolate high desert you could ever encounter.
The fortune wheel is an old-timey amusement, before TV or anything digital.


This one screamed 'handcolor me!'... so i did, just watercolors, no subsequent oils. Then i did some icing on the cake w/ Photoshop, levels, & Hue/Sat layer.


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In the whatever catches my eye file this month?

"......for most of its history, cinema was medium-specific — it was shot, processed and distributed on film. The movies we watch today, by contrast, are rarely made through mechanical and photochemical processes, but with computer code, with strings of zeros and ones: bits. Each medium has its advantages, although for many lovers of film the crucial difference is its vivid, alive look."


'Ah'll be back' to quote Ah-nold, the terminator


Saturday, July 30, 2016

Dreamer


Here's the dreamer:



I found this face carved in soft sandstone on Ocean Beach, San Francisco, some years ago. I will hope he is dreaming, and not dead.


The landscape - the horizon, the two trees, is at Sunset Crater in Arizona.


 The ragged rocks above it - tufa at Mono Lake in Ca.

 

The lighthouse superimposed at the top is at Pt. Bonita in the Marin headlands, just north of SF.
What does it all mean? Perhaps dreams foster thoughts ( = the trees, which grow) ...which then beget difficulties of whatever kind ( the ragged tufa rocks)... but there is light at the end of this tunnel, the lighthouse shines on. Perhaps this is about the power of thought, mind over matter?


Technically, it's not hard. First exposure, the sunset crater trees and shadow, with a good bit of the shadow dodged back to accommodate the face. Then, i burned in the face, then added the tufa, and the lighthouse.
The same simple tools accomplish everything.


this one deserved some hand coloring:





Many years ago, i wrote a statement of sorts.
(Alotta things in the world change in a heartbeat these days.
I don't mind being slooooow. It comes with age ( 64 YO) I am OK with it.)

I collect negatives by taking myself, and simple camera, to places I love - the California coast, and desert - and start walking. 
I spend a lot of time with my proof sheets, and in a small room, under a dim red bulb. I'm obviously interested in things metaphysical - beyond that, it's up to the viewer to decide what's going on. 
If I haven't figured them out yet, (and I haven't, not really), why should I presume to explain them to anyone else? Many of the pictures just seem to 'happen', because the individual negatives are 'looking for each other'. I'm just a chaperone, and a really loose one at that. But those were always the best kind of parties, right?


"I'm just a chaperone, and a really loose one at that..."
After all these years, this rings truer than ever.

I don't remember where the idea for this one came from, i think i linked the face with the huge shadow in the landscape first. I regularly sift thru PSD sketches, add subtract to them, print them out quickly letter size, leave a pile of them on my floor, and look thru them once in a while, maybe take a fistful in my bag, and look thru them during my bus commute to work. A 20 minute bus ride is a nice time to let the mind wander as the landscape rolls by. Rumination is a good way to describe it.

Which brings me to the 'whatever catches my eye' file:

The End of Reflection - Future Tense

By TEDDY WAYNE JUNE 11, 2016 - for the New York Times

“Finding moments to engage in contemplative thinking has always been a challenge, since we’re distractible,” said Nicholas Carr, author of “The Shallows.” “But now that we’re carrying these powerful media devices around with us all day long, those opportunities become even less frequent, for the simple reason that we have this ability to distract ourselves constantly.”

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'Think Less, Think Better'

'Gray Matter' New York Times - By MOSHE BAR JUNE 17, 2016

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(It ain't dead yet folks, get used to it!)


Not a week goes by that i don't read about some new discovery in the ocean:



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It's the oddballs & wierdos that make the real progress. See a movie called 'the imitation game' about the gay british guy who invented a rudimentary computer to crack Nazi code.

"When he wasn't blackmailing lords and being sued for libel, William Playfair invented the pie chart, the bar graph, and the line graph."  By Cara Giaimo June 28, 2016



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Review: Hieronymus Bosch, for Whom the Devil Was Always in the Details
Hieronymus Bosch: Touched by the Devil * Directed by Pieter van Huystee * Documentary * 1h 26m


I'm definitely going to get this one, if it ever shows up on Netflix!

Thursday, June 2, 2016

The 'whatever catches my eye' file got really fat in the last month...

So that's going to be the bulk of this post.

But to make sure I keep photography the #1 priority, here are the three indispensable tools i have for doing darkroom photomontage, i made them over 30 years ago:


Click on the image, hold/drag/and drop this one onto your desktop, print it out.
(It will open up to be larger than what you see here) You'll be glad you did :-)

On another note, I do a lot of hand coloring on my montage prints, here's a recent example of a B+W:

Phoenix

Been on a bit of a hand coloring binge lately, doing some watercolors first, then some oils.
Even taking a few into photoshop and seeing what i can do digitally vs. by hand/cotton balls, q-tips.
Here's what i've done with watercolors (for the details in the flames) then scan and add color to the top - blue gradient, yellow/orange gradient. + Hue/Sat to all.
Here's the progression:

Watercolors to flames at bottom

A digitally colored version


The final hand colored version
...totally smokes anything digital.



If you'd like to learn more, I do a blog about it all:

In fact, I invite you to all my other blogs:

Here's that 'whatever catches my eye' file.

There's a lot of total junk on the web.
Then again, there's some really meaty stuff, best of all, it's free.
here's where my 'surfboard' has taken me lately:

Books - MARCH 9, 2015 ISSUE
New Yorker magazine

"Rapt - Grieving with your goshawk." BY KATHRYN SCHULZ

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/03/09/rapt


"Writing last winter about the challenges of training raptors, the goshawk in particular, Schulz introduces us to a creature she describes as “a mixture of a Labrador retriever, an F-16, and Houdini,” and the piece itself spreads its wings, soars, and pounces.  A piece about death certificates deepens, with a grave robber’s stealth, into a meditation on classification and causation—on the meaning of “because.” Even when she writes about death, her pages swarm with life.

A larger theme runs through Schulz’s work. It’s about the unruly interplay between the natural world and our efforts to understand it—whether with a yardstick, a theory, or a tale. In her mind, cultural history shares an intimate berth with the history of the natural sciences. A sometimes quarrelsome couple, they fight each other for the bedsheets, but they can’t quite ever be separated. They keep up an ongoing point-counterpoint of observation and interpretation. 

If Schulz’s pieces are conversational, this is often the conversation they’re having. Let’s join it."

—Henry Finder, Editorial Director

 I concur, 110%. That's why i posted this.

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Annals of Seismology 
JULY 20, 2015 ISSUE - 'New Yorker' Magazine

'The Really Big One'
An earthquake will destroy a sizable portion of the coastal Northwest. 
The question is (not 'if' ...but) when.


"The best New Yorker pieces work on different scales, big and little. They have sections that build into stories, but they also live and breathe in their sentences. Take the piece for which Kathryn Schulz just won a Pulitzer Prize, about the seismic significance of a certain subduction zone in the Pacific Northwest. 
Although she’s justly praised as a “conversational” writer, the prospect of a devastating earthquake was evoked with such immediacy that it scared the bejeezus out of people. But line by line—at the level not of gross anatomy but of cellular intricacy—she took readers’ breath away, too.
Here’s how she wrote about Washington’s “ghost forest,” a stand of cedars killed by an earthquake three centuries ago: “They are reduced to their trunks and worn to a smooth silver-gray, as if they had always carried their own tombstones inside them.” As for the nonchalance that led people in the subduction zone not to build quake-resistant homes, and what will happen when the shaking begins: “That nonchalance will shatter instantly. So will everything made of glass.” Meanwhile, “refrigerators will walk out of kitchens, unplugging themselves and toppling over.” The piece is a cascade of such small, sharp, glittering shards. When they lodge in your skin, or your head, it’s for good.
You see the same craft on the larger scale."
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A sad story, for sure:

Were Frank to come back from the dead? 
I am sure he would kick them all in the ass. Many times.

Famous artist Georgia O'Keeffe:

I think i read somewhere that she said after she died, she wanted the wind to blow all her work away, scatter it wherever, destroy it, as if she had never been alive at all.
I've known a few people who inherited $ome rather $ignificant thing$ - what they really inherited was *mi$fortune*.

I inherited a small ($400/mo.) income from a trust my dad set up. I share the income w/ my sister and step-mother. Not nearly enough to argue over, it is pretty much carved in stone anyway. 
Enough to help us all a bit, and remind us that he loved us all. 
The most important things i 'inherited' from him?

A great education at a most prestigious and respected New England boarding school, a curiousity about the world - we watched flocks of migrating geese in Maine, climbed mountains, tended a garden from seed to harvest that fed us all, watched birds and learned their names, and stars and constellations too. We went to many places in the NE, mostly historical places, forts and landmarks, and learned their significance.

My Mom was the one who took us three kids to museums and art galleries. I was taking in Winslow Homer and all the Wyeth's before i was ten YO.
My mom grew up poor in Boston, was determined to give her kids 'culture' ...and she succeeded.
What a great 'inheritance'.
Oh, no monetary value whatsoever. But much value nonetheless.

So i ask you to ponder what 'inheritance' really means... really.
It's not about dollars - it's probably more about 'sense'.

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"All photographs are historical photographs. Conventionally, photographs qualify as historical only as artifacts; their content is irrelevant. Their age—the temporal distance from us—is what matters. Historical photographs need to originate in a distant past and travel through time, surviving its vicissitudes. They arrive in the present carrying their baggage of images of places gone or altered. Only then do we consider what they contain to be history."

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So you think you are smart?

"As the oceanographer Sylvia Earle, who, like me, no longer eats fish, says: “The ocean has given us so much for so long; it’s time for us to return the favor.”

I went to Jack London's place in Nor. Cal., one very nice place he built himself, it includes a Koi pond. As i approached, the fish all gathered 'round, they could see a human figure, and that's what they associate with food.



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FROM SHERYL SANDBERG'S UC COMENCEMENT SPEECH:
(she's Yahoo's CEO, talking about her husband's recent untimely death)

"I have a huge reservoir of sadness that is with me always — right here where I can touch it," she said. "I never knew I could cry so often — or so much. But I am also aware that I am walking without pain. For the first time, I am grateful for each breath in and out — grateful for the gift of life itself. I used to celebrate my birthday every five years and friends’ birthdays sometimes. Now I celebrate always. I used to go to sleep worrying about all the things I messed up that day — and trust me, that list was often quite long. Now I try really hard to focus on each day’s moments of joy."

Finally, she told the audience, appreciate your own capacity for resilience when you're sad or disappointed. Expand that resilience beyond yourself to the companies and communities you create.

"When the challenges come, I hope you remember that anchored deep within you is the ability to learn and grow. You are not born with a fixed amount of resilience. Like a muscle, you can build it up, draw on it when you need it. In that process you will figure out who you really are — and you just might become the very best version of yourself."

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As for my home state (California)?


'Nanny State: How Food Fascists, Teetotaling Do-Gooders, Priggish Moralists, and other Boneheaded Bureaucrats are Turning America into a Nation of Children'

Someone even wrote a book about it all!

I am now prohibited from smoking in my apt. What a stupid, unenforceable crock of shit.
Hasn't government learned anything since prohibition?? I guess not.
is marijuana legal? The feds say no... otherwise, it's as good as a done deal = yes.
'Prohibition' in any form is a stupid, unenforceable idea.

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“A gap year is about taking a time out after being in school for so long to do something different, usually in another country,” said David Stitt, a founder of Gap 360, a gap-year trip planning company based in Britain."

A "Gap 360 - a gap-year trip planning company"???

This is exactly wrong - a gap year should be... *a gap = you figure it out = try anything = try everything*. Leave no stone unturned. You don't/shouldn't need a company to guide you!

I had several of those (gap years), they were among the most formative part of my life.

I did, in no particular order:

• Worked at Children's Hospital, in downtown Wash DC to fulfill 'conscientious objector' requirements to the military draft in 1969. I went from being stoned alotta the time at American University, to making it in to a morning shift, 7:30 AM in the admissions dept. All the while sharing an apt w/ a bunch of deadheads, who rocked out until 4 AM. 
• dug holes for plants, 
• painted houses, inside and out,
• worked at a newspaper printing place, 
• messenger for a law firm... 

...and a few others others i have forgotten.

It was an education in the *REAL WORLD* - what makes it tick, what it takes to make a buck or two. And what employers expect of you. What it takes to survive and pay the rent and buy food, in this world.

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"At HubSpot, the software company where I worked for almost two years, when you got fired, it was called “graduation.” We all would get a cheery email from the boss saying, “Team, just letting you know that X has graduated and we’re all excited to see how she uses his/her superpowers in her next big adventure.”

(what a bunch of 'blowing smoke up yer ass' bullshit! 'big adventure'? *You've been fired*!!)
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Somehow, this one led me to some wild and crazy thoughts and web wanderings on the topic on language:



(Is this a wee bit like 1's and 0's in a computer?)

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Humans have this capacity to communicate, to pass on knowledge, called 'language' - a collection of symbols, and/or sounds, that we collectively as a society/culture/tribe agree on.
We think most presumptively we are alone with this skill - a narrow and arrogant opinion.
?Because we publish books, magazines, etc, do twitter, instagram, blogs, internet blather??

Many other creatures talk to each other, in tongues we do not understand, and probably won't for a long time, hard as we try.
Whales are recognized as having a sophisticated kind of 'singing' - but 'singing' is just our human way of describing their way of sonic communication - to us, it sounds like song. To them? ...it is talking.

I live on the 4th floor of a large apt complex, my north facing windows look out over three lanes that turn into four lanes, headed to a freeway. Pretty gritty and uninspiring to many, but there is a streetlight outside my window, eye level, which is a more than a occasional perch for crows.
Crows are *really smart suckers*, do some reading/research.
They know how to make and use tools of various sorts, they cry *caw, caw, caw*!!!
They also make  sounds that are a series of 'clicks'

But then again there are so many computer languages based on 1's and 0's ( on and off clicks?):


"The modern age is ruled by computers. The penetration is to such an extent that the age is called The Digital Age.
Computer Science as a branch not only attracts the most brilliant minds in the world today but is also the most popular ladder towards a prosperous and delightful career. As a freelancer too, Programmers and Coders are very much in demand all across the world. This is because knowing the basics of how a computer operates is something everybody does not know.
Mobiles, Smartphones, Laptops, Tablet and Desktops are all versions of the device we know as computer. The software and websites which run on these devices require expert knowledge of programming languages. These are languages which the computer understands as a machine. 
They are a combination of binary signals in the form of on and off series.

and it all becomes:


Forgive me if this is all a bit fractured, but there are many interesting thoughts/ideas here - hope you appreciate that. No way to tie this all up into a neat tidy bundle.

If you need an 'escape hatch', this is it:

Bob Seger - Katmandu


Next month, i'll definitely get back to photography, darkroom and digital.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Sand... & Beach Pebbles


I have always thought that the beach is a marvelous place to think. Not just about your boss, wife, or kids, and however good or bad they are, but also about all the natural processes going on in the real world. Creatures and plants grow and die, rocks seem immutable, but are in a slow motion state of transformation, always being sanded, shifted, and remade, redacted, and different just slightly with every wash of the waves.

This is how geology works too - tectonic plates are always moving ever so slowly.
Until they quake.
As John McPhee has written - 'the rocks on top of Mt Everest are marine shale'.
Marine shale - at 29,000 feet elevation.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

So here's a look at what's under your feet at the beach sometimes - a lotta pebbles. 
Small, but their story is not insignificant.
All sanded, tumbled, washed by the ocean. Glistening before you.







Windblown, patterned, then eroded by unidentified forces.








A canvas for the travels of some little critter.



This is also about much wider, wilder topics - 
Why the hell  are we here?
Tumbling around like the pebbles on the beach...?

Here's what i do with sand in the darkroom:

"Matter of time"
(hand colored)

"Maze walker"
(B&W darkroom photomontage, circa 1994)

((There's a guy who comes to Ocean Beach in SF every once in a while, uses a rake
to carve designs in the sand, at low tide. That's his 'canvas'.
His work is short lived. Aren't we all? My negs will keep a bit longer than that.
I combined a shot of that with a ladder and the top of an old military ruin in Marin Headlands.
Reminds me of Jimi Hendrix version of a Bob Dylan song:
"There must be some some way outta here, said the joker to thief....."
If you haven't heard that track, you owe it to yourself to find it...
and play it really REALLY loud.))

And what did i do 'digitally'?



We don't know how good we have it!
Digital photography is so, soooo easy. 
Read this:

"Carlton Watkins often used the wet-plate process to make his pictures. It was a laborious, expensive technique that with time, patience, and luck could yield exquisitely detailed images on glass plates. His famed mammoth-plate photographs, made with a custom-built camera that accommodated plates as large as 18 by 22 inches, were materially and financially exhausting. Making them required thousands of pounds of cameras, lenses, glass plates, plate holders, tripods, a dark tent for developing, and a mobile laboratory of volatile chemicals. Watkins often traveled by railcar, but just as often by steamer or mule train, as he did to photograph Yosemite Valley beginning in the late 1850s. It was worth the effort. His iconic panoramas of Yosemite and San Francisco would ensure his lasting fame. As historian Martha Sandweiss argues, the glass-plate pictures made by Watkins and his peers made California and the West “a familiar place to millions of Americans."



I have been entranced by petroglyphs for a long time, anything about that catches my eye, gets read.

"Jonathan Bailey’s haunting photographs of Western pictographs join essays by Lawrence Baca, Greg Child, Lorran Meares and others to tell the larger story of a disappearing cultural heritage and the need for its conservation. Rock Art: A Vision of a Vanishing Cultural Landscape brings an ancient people to life through their stone-etched images, many of which are threatened by development and vandalism. “What will the future be for these images?” Bailey asks."


There are the two sides of human behavior visible below.

The beauty of the petroglyph, made by people with little technology but great spirit, 
to want to record something in the stone, 
speak out to whoever passed by for a long time.


And the ugliness of whoever defaced and desecrated their efforts.


Here's my favorite one:
"Dancing Man"
This reminds me of the high wire walker who went from one World Trade center tower to the other.
Did the creator of this glyph take into account it's positioning, standing on one crack, 
seeming to 'hold' another? No one will ever know.
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Last but not least? wouldn't ya just know it, from the NY Times!
"GPS is just one more way for us to strip-map the world, receding into our automotive cocoons as we run the maze."


Read this, an excellent way to spend a few minutes!

As always, quoting the terminator, "Ah'll be back".