Photography was one of the first art forms that I fell in love with. I used to take my camera with me on my frequent walks when I lived in New York City. I used to seek out places photographed by famous photographers like Paul Strand, to see if I could reproduce their shots. It’s […]
The subject of this portrait is the same man that I had to use shading to correct. I made certain that I accurately portrayed the proximity of the man’s nose to the table. I think this person may have been reading, but I didn’t see any book on the table. I don’t know what he […]
Some parking lots have double lines that delimit parking spaces. This gives a properly-parked driver comfort that his (or her) door will not be bashed by another parker who pays attention to lines. The white line with the hairpin turn in the photo below, lies on two different substrates: asphalt and concrete. The composition is […]
I took inspiration for today’s watercolor from yesterday’s photo (Black on Black). The skeleton caught in my self constructed La Brea tar pit is something like a horse. I’m not sure what the white squiggly lines are. Probably they are ancient symbols, or poetry for a long gone sacred animal.
I love the textures in this photo and that it is rendered in black and white and in color.
In going through my archives, I found a couple of photos I took when I lived in Brooklyn, NY. I chose these two for the camera’s point of view. Although the sign above the record store (pictured below) was intended for maximal exposure (presumably), if one were not a curious photographer, I’m sure it […]
I don’t know the vintage of the manhole cover pictured below. I took the picture in Brooklyn in early 1991.
This photograph is from the winter of 1990. I pieced it together from two photographs. It seems a little drab, but I like the isolation, the baseline from which emerge the crowds of summer.
I don’t remember where I was in NYC when I took the photo below. I used to roam all over the place looking for interesting things. I think this would have worked in black and white as well, but color adds a new dimension. The color image of this refuse staging area is the only portrayal […]
Yesterday I mentioned that subways below ground are devoid of color, while above ground, the full visible spectrum dominates. I’m not certain whether my photo below is the exception to this rule or if all of Brooklyn is black and white.