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March 30, 2018. Lexi insists on playing with string - "it's always string time" - even at the age of 12 or so. So I make sure to take the time to play with her. The rest of the day I spent writing 'Critical Thinking for Educators'.
When I go out to take pictures often I'll be asked any number of questions. "What kind of camera?" "Is that an DSLR?" "Is that a bit of string holding your tripod together?"
The string-pod came to be one day in the Grand Canyon. There I was, in the baking sun, eyeing a beautiful vista. As I reached back to unhook my tripod from my camelbak I heard a thud behind me. Looking back I could see my tripod on the ground in 3 pieces. Quickly I took inventory of the items I had on my person. Finally, I removed the bit of string that allowed my sunglasses to hang around my neck. A requirement from the mule ride the day before. It was then the string-pod was born.
Since it has been one of those items I just can't bring myself to part with. Sure, I do have another tripod in the trunk of my car but this one has a nostalgic quality.
Broomfield, CO- String Cheese Incident perform at 1st Bank Center on December 29th, 2013 in Broomfield, Colorado.
My (dusty) guitar.
Strobist: sb-800 nearly even with subject at camera left. Tiny amount of softbox for fill.
This one turned out far better than expected. Its probably too busy for most but it makes me happy. It reminds me of those toy windmills we used to play with as kids (the ones on a stick where you blew on them to make them turn).
A string pulled across wet clay and then stained with iron oxide. Also shows the string position before the pull for reference.
Ahren Stringer from The Amity Affliction on Friday November, 23rd 2012. Photo taken at Saint Andrew's Hall in Detroit, Michigan.
This is a string art piece that I like to call Lovebirds. It also has a moving heart ...literally :)
It's made for the ones who can lift us up with their love.
The birds and the heart are made of nails and strings, while the rest of it is painted by hand, using acrylics.
All of my artwork is handmade and available at www.thestringartstudio.etsy.com.
I'm a big fan of themes that strain the mind. Why is the string attacking the lemon? Why are we treating string and lemons as animate things? Who will win this fight? Where are my pants?!
I will be exploring this theme, juxtaposing random household items, insects, amphibians, fruit/veggies, lumps of half-eaten chocolate, socks, landmarks, leather goods, dust bunnies, etc, just for the sake of putting two objects together. I'll leave the meaning-finding up to the observers (suckers).
This woman has a string of prairie turnips (Psoralea esculenta). Indian women and children gathered wild vegetables and fruits from the prairies. If not eaten fresh, the vegetables and fruits were dried and stored for winter use.
This image is from Section 1: Scurvy in the Frontier Army.