Monday, March 16, 2009
Come What May
My taking pictures of naked trees started out with Pollack as the inspiration, but now it's morphed into a full-fledged obsession! Hmmm...Obsession...still another Pollack quality in the way he painted.
Click on any image for a larger view!
Click on any image for a larger view!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Enigma of Beauty
inspect me closely
and tell me what you see
am i really what you think of me
or am i a complete mystery?
if i remain so
why not take the time
to explore me
from the inside
from my inside
(not yours)
out
not from your assumptions
nor your fears
i remain
an enigma of beauty
until i reveal myself
when indeed
you can handle
My Truth.
and tell me what you see
am i really what you think of me
or am i a complete mystery?
if i remain so
why not take the time
to explore me
from the inside
from my inside
(not yours)
out
not from your assumptions
nor your fears
i remain
an enigma of beauty
until i reveal myself
when indeed
you can handle
My Truth.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
The Ballad of an Infantile Dancer
This is the title that came to my mind over and over as I sat on my roof-deck basking in the warm birth of the springtime air. Sometimes words or phrases come to my mind just out of the blue. Or do they?
Lately, I'd been seeing a lot of documentaries about the American Artist Jackson Pollack, and I certainly can't forget the restrospective of his work a few years ago at the Guggenheim Museum. Reminiscing on my life thus far, I conjured up the work and spirit of Jackson Pollack. I wondered how life must have been so challenging to him, not so much because of his internal torments, but because of what he had to endure from other people's gossip and exploitation of his work. It became quite clear early on in his career that Jackson Pollack had problems with alchoholism. Some people even think he had mental problems. It got me to thinking about how very few people had his back, that is, until he created works of art at a furious pace, and he became an art-world commodity. Suddenly finding himself the toast of the art world, vultures swarmed around him, just as they did the late Haitian-American artist Jean-Michel Basquiat...each vulture jockeying for a favorable position in his life, smiling and dancing while maligning him behind his back. I wondered how isolated Pollack must have felt, and how his greatest dances of escape were performed on canvas. Fortunately for Pollack he had a loving and supportive wife by his side in Lee Krasner. It could be argued that she was co-dependant, but what if it was just love?
Anyway, as I contemplated all this, I looked up at the sky and surrounding bare trees. I recognized immediately the beauty in simplicity, and quiet comtemplation. A solitary dance that only changed with the light, I began to see Pollacks canvases merge together from between the wood branches, preparing for a new birth of leaves, but reminding me altogether, that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
The Ballad of An Infantile Dancer---inspired by the work and life of Jackson Pollack. Enjoy!
Number One by Ocean Morisset, 2009
Number One by Jackson Pollack, 1948
Lately, I'd been seeing a lot of documentaries about the American Artist Jackson Pollack, and I certainly can't forget the restrospective of his work a few years ago at the Guggenheim Museum. Reminiscing on my life thus far, I conjured up the work and spirit of Jackson Pollack. I wondered how life must have been so challenging to him, not so much because of his internal torments, but because of what he had to endure from other people's gossip and exploitation of his work. It became quite clear early on in his career that Jackson Pollack had problems with alchoholism. Some people even think he had mental problems. It got me to thinking about how very few people had his back, that is, until he created works of art at a furious pace, and he became an art-world commodity. Suddenly finding himself the toast of the art world, vultures swarmed around him, just as they did the late Haitian-American artist Jean-Michel Basquiat...each vulture jockeying for a favorable position in his life, smiling and dancing while maligning him behind his back. I wondered how isolated Pollack must have felt, and how his greatest dances of escape were performed on canvas. Fortunately for Pollack he had a loving and supportive wife by his side in Lee Krasner. It could be argued that she was co-dependant, but what if it was just love?
Anyway, as I contemplated all this, I looked up at the sky and surrounding bare trees. I recognized immediately the beauty in simplicity, and quiet comtemplation. A solitary dance that only changed with the light, I began to see Pollacks canvases merge together from between the wood branches, preparing for a new birth of leaves, but reminding me altogether, that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
The Ballad of An Infantile Dancer---inspired by the work and life of Jackson Pollack. Enjoy!
Number One by Ocean Morisset, 2009
Number One by Jackson Pollack, 1948
Thursday, March 05, 2009
She: A Celebration of Women
This is the next exhibition I'm participating in with the members of the Fort Greene Photography Organization, a photo collective that I founded eight years ago. Several exhibitions later, we're celebrating women (March is Women's History Month) with a themed exhibition titled SHE: A Celebration of Women, in Brooklyn's Fort Greene neighborhood winery Gnarly Vines. The exhibition opening is March 12th from 6pm-9pm and will linclude a wine tasting. Exhibition runs through April 20th.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
CONGRATULATIONS ANDREA AND EDDIE!!
Andrea Fairweather of Fairweather Faces (www.fairweatherfaces.com) is my oldest friend in that we go way back to the first grade! She just got engaged to a great guy named Eddie and I'm so happy they're madly in love! I shot the engagement photos yesterday and was aksed to shoot the wedding in September!
Friday, February 06, 2009
Recent images Jan 2009
I've been recovering during this past week from a hundred-pound- head-cold-sinus-congestion-blah-ness. It's so frickin' cold !! I'm over winter already!! OK< I won't complain, and BALANCE is in order. After clearing off my neglected CF card, I found the balance I needed in my images. It's the least i can do anyway, 'cause during the winter months my shoot count goes way down. Nevertheless, I manage to pull out my camera, to remind myself of why I enjoy taking photographs... It feeds my soul.
Click on any image to enlarge.
Cemetary entrance on a snowy day from K's window.
White smoke invading the street from Duane Reade.
Rowhouses
Untitled 2PAC.
President Obama and Journalist Robin Roberts (screen shot), the night of the Inauguration.
Light, shadow and blur.
Still Life
Wolf eye
Light and Shadow
Click on any image to enlarge.
Cemetary entrance on a snowy day from K's window.
White smoke invading the street from Duane Reade.
Rowhouses
Untitled 2PAC.
President Obama and Journalist Robin Roberts (screen shot), the night of the Inauguration.
Light, shadow and blur.
Still Life
Wolf eye
Light and Shadow
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