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So after a long break another photoshoot happened. A nice new location and some new props created a nice day (even with the bad weather)
In quel momento ero dietro di te e vedevo una spalla e le tue costole
nel giorno... quel giorno infinito
quel giorno che piovve per sempre.
3 April, 2021, drawing of a broken person making an idiot's point. Reference pic published in virtually every broadcast medium in March, 2020. Workin' out the demons here with watercolor and Derwent Inktense pencils in a 7x10" Canson Mix Media spiral notebook.
Tool - Vicarious
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
I didn't like the way the reflection of the window obscured the cosplayer's eyes. Unfortunately, being an amateur, I didn't know how to correct it.
I was custom fabricating a crank arm for a double amputee customer at Terra Trike. It made a heck of alota sparks. Hence, the mask overkill.
Woo!
www.getmask.com made the mask, and it ended up at my local surplus store.
Fun fact: this picture was taken by teacher, with his iPhone 4S.
I tend to not use Flickr for my composite photos. Never really sure why. It's certainly not something I'm in any moral sense opposed to, and it's actually something I enjoy working on, but I find that I'll frequently spend hours pouring work into building something only to throw it out without saving because it just doesn't work for me. This is all part of why I lean so heavily on chemical photography: it forces me as a photographer, as a graphic artist, to accept the results of my work as what they are. If I think back to when I first started digital graphics back in the late 90's, my early home forays into the field had no checks or balances placed against them to screen out whether or not something was even a good idea in the first place.
I find digital art can be very distracting, you have so many tools at your disposal that the temptation to "fix" bad photos is too great. There are the times when a technically horrid photo needs to be salvaged for whatever purposes, or standard editorial interpretation (contrast, colour balance, cropping) can breathe life into a so-so picture, but without the hard reality of shooting film (particularly shooting chrome) one can spend vast amounts of time producing bad art and never develop an eye for self-critique.
If you take away self critique, give powerful toys to the masses, and give the masses a self-contratulatory audience of themselves, aesthetic often dies a slow, painful death. Granted it's this sesspool of mediocre product that fuels the dissatisfaction that inevitably drives the next generation of great artists to revolt.
As for this piece, it needs a cropping, the lines aren't as seamless as I could make them, and the whole thing with the palm trees is a horrific cliche. That said, I felt it was worth talking about.