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I did not take this picture but wish I did. Here is little Louie looking out the window of a red pick up truck in Washington Island, Wisconsin.
This was a late night project inspired by a local story of a woman threatening cops, stating she will bring a 500 man gang from East Texas to wipe out my city and proceeds to shout "Go on, f***kin' tase me!"
What's not to love about an E-Z Mart sensitive to the needs of the log hauling community whose drivers so often patronizes their stores.
Dashboard Dining is just what you need on a winding two-lane Arkansas state highway where there are often no shoulders.
What's so tough about shepherding a 40-ton Log Hauler along with a turkey and cheese wedge in one hand, a cold drink on the seat between your legs and a medium can of Pringles rolling around on the seat next to you.
What the heck, at 70 mph, most cars are behind you most of the time, right?
questions i'm asking while these girls are getting ready to do this...
1) why are you doing this on the bed, and not in the shower? too much flamable material here, girls!
2) ummmm....how do you plan to put the fire out?
3) are you insane?
This was our angry redneck neighbor at the beach house. He hugged his dog a lot...
Within the first 5 minutes of us arriving at the rental house, he strolled over, leaned on my car and announced that he was the "Neighborhood Watch" and then babbled on about how he was a local and we were just visitors, blah, blah. From that moment on, he became "Officer Douchebag".
Rokkin' Chevy Malibu, dude.
Several of my shot-up roadsign photographic sculptures from my 2004 show at Midtown Artist Market.
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"Liberal" is from an interstate exit sign (decommissioned by Kansas DOT) that originally pointed to that town and to Garden City, KS.
"Garden" and "City" were cut out to make separate pieces.
35mm slides imbedded behind each hole were shot with a Canon AE1, the pellet holes were made with an Ithaca "musket hammer" double-barrel break-action 12Ga loaded with .000 buckshot (steel).
When I was living near Oxford, Mississippi, in 1999, I began making "wall sconces" out of damaged highway signs that the local Mississippi Department of Transportation field station had consigned to its recycle pile.
Some signs that I acquire already have bullet holes, but most of these holes have been rendered by my grandfather's Ithaca 12 ga. shotgun, using .000 buckshot, and occasionally 9mm or .45 rounds depending on what kind of heat my little helpers are packing.
I often cut lines into the sign, connecting the holes. This dates back to my original idea of building a planetarium projector out of shot-up signs and displaying new constellations designed by rednecks. The lines make them look like constellation charts.
Once I shoot and cut a sign, I build a low-tech light box on the back of it and mount 35 mm slides (frames removed) on the white plastic surface. Each fragment of film is lined up behind a bullet/pellet hole.
The whole contraption is framed out in scrap lumber or with more of the white Lucite sheets, deep enough to wire it with a couple of compact fluorescent bulbs. i tried rope light and it sucks mostly, not that ropelight's inventor gives a rat's ass about this particular application.
The conceptual corner that I had painted myself into at one point was the lack of a photographic technique that matched this setting.
"What's the point of inventing a new language when you don't have anything to say?" I asked myself, you know, rhetorically (does that mean "in the mirror with a two-beer buzz-on")
I wanted to get inside the heads of the sign-shooters, find out what they were trying to prove, and then prove the same thing with a camera. It finally occurred to me that they weren't saying anything. They just like to blast the shit out of stuff while they're driving. Wouldn't you?
So my breaktrough came when a friend showed me the DVD of Masaki Kobayashi's 1964 film, Kwaidan. [I know this is beginning to sound like I'm showing out and putting on airs, but it's actually pretty common for people in West Tennessee to have DVD players these days.]
One of the characters was a Samurai, practicing the martial art of Yabusame, or mounted archery [search for that tag and you'll see what I mean]. So while I was watching this guy shoot arrows at a square cedar block while riding at a full gallop, I realized that the Southern pastime of shooting road-signs from a moving vehicle is basically the same sport.
While purists from both camps would protest any comparisons, both sports involve steering with your legs, drinking rice-based beverages (saki and Busch Light), careful marksmanship and a lot of ancestor worship.
So now I shoot most of my photographs from the saddle of my Japanese pickup truck, often through the rear and side mirrors.