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Diefflen, Germany – 2015, April 22
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Hanging on the wall of a cozy Pub in Mount Parnassus Home of the Muses.
Is the line between Art & Craft vanishing ?
A lovely piece of Alternative Art showing that Creativity has no limits.Some Unglamorous Discarded Natural Materials put together Aesthetically & Creating Asymmetrical Balance in Art ...
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as if swallowed by a world of brutalist geometry, the man becomes a mere fold in concrete. the architecture speaks louder than the figure—its weight, rhythm and silence shaping the narrative. light has no softness here, only precision.
a lone figure glides through the brutalist quiet of an art temple. shadows slice the geometry, pointing nowhere yet everywhere — a gallery sign like a whispered promise in concrete.
Second shot of my friend Madonna Hamel. Yesterday, in detailing some of the back story of how we both arrived in this tiny prairie village in the middle of nowhere, I mentioned that Madonna's mother was born here. We have returned to the now collapsed house several times to salvage boards that Mado uses to make frames for her collages. That's what is happening in this photo. I cant imagine a better way to honour her mother's memory, or her own distant roots.
Photographed near Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
So I actually went out looking for an unusual sunset, and I came upon this one inside my favorite Hulett machine.
Cleveland, OH USA
Sir Christopher Wren's Cathedral from the viewing platform of the new Tate Modern building. It is interesting to note the number of church spires still visible in this view as well as construction site crane's.
The ground was first consecrated in the 5th Century AD.
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After a few days in Bishop, I was getting ready to leave my son's shop when I grabbed this image. That's a stack of nitrided steel handpan shells on a red industrial shelving unit with the early morning sun blasting in through the door to the right. I'd been visiting Bishop to shoot him and his handcrafted musical creations both in the shop and in some of the beautiful outdoor locations with the snow-capped Sierra in the background.
Find in the attic of an abandoned factory. What will the phytagorean prime 137 tell us ... .
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Nikon D7200; Tokina ATX Pro 12-24 f/4 DX
12 mm; f/8; 2 - 30 s; ISO 100
In 1996 I accepted an assignment from Explore magazine, then based in Calgary: to travel to Atlin, in northern British Columbia, take an art course, and write a story about my experience. The Atlin Art Centre was founded and run by Gernot Dick, artist and educator, as a way of merging two of his great passions. An art school in the wilderness? Why not?
It was rustic but comfortable, in a magnificent setting on a small plateau above Atlin Lake, ringed by mountains. The idea was to experience wilderness and then create from it. We paddled canoes, climbed an extinct volcano, hiked the forest, and walked on a glacier. Among the 17 participants were painters, sculptors, glass artists, a furniture maker, and even another photographer besides myself. Despite some glitches - when are there not glitches? - I spent an amazing month there and came away with my story.
I was surprised when this image made the leading two-page spread. I had expected the designer to go with one of the outdoor adventure shots, or perhaps a shot of some of the artists at work in the studio. But it worked for me.
Photographed in Atlin, BC (Canada); scanned from the original Fujichrome Provia 100 slide. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1996 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
If you think cask making was a gentle craft, think again. The Guinness cooperage was a commercial timber yard, smithy, carpentry shop and metal foundry all rolled into one.
"The hammering, shouting, steaming, firing and branding, combined with the unmistakable smell of hot oak, hits you with an unexpected force"
This is me, two years prior to starting serious work on the Jan Johnson sculptures recently posted. I made this shot at Jan's, into a double window, hence the double reflection. Some of the items surrounding me were outside (with me), and some were inside (I think). I processed this to convey a gritty feel, which is entirely appropriate to Jan and the junk piles from which he created his art. I always enjoyed photographing the Barbies, other dolls, and various installations gathering rust in the garden in front of his house and the rain forest out back. So different from my usual nature & wildlife stuff!
For your ongoing amusement, here's something my old pal Barry Macleod wrote about me in late 1985. I don't mind being the butt of a joke if the joke is funny; what else are friends for? Barry lived in a cabin on the beach at Tugwell Creek, on Vancouver Island, with a view of Juan de Fuca Strait and the distant Olympic Mountains:
"Page arrived from Vancouver later in the evening and took $300 worth of Tugwell photos in the first two days. First time he'd been here in three years and he went wild. Page, Richard and I went for a Christmas day beach walk from Tugwell to Muir Creek. The weather was sunny, blue sky, temperature in the high forties, no Christmas talk, no relatives, God what a day. And Richard and I watched Page wander around with his camera and tripod, stopping here and there, crouching down for a shot of this and that, and we renamed him 'Meander Winkley' thinking this would give his photography career a boost. The name is important. Remember Englebert Humperdink, an obscure second rate lounge singer and when he changed his name it was instant super star. So we thought we could do the same with 'Meander... Winkley.' It's pronounced with a slight hesitation before Meander. Not a stutter. Just a silent skip of a beat. Richard phoned the next morning because there were some otters in the creek outside his cabin that wanted their pictures taken. 'Hello, is... Meander still there?'"
Needless to say, I turned down the new name. It was probably my only chance at wealth and fame. Why risk ruining my life?
Photographed in Sooke, BC (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2013 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Just try and imagine how much blood and sweat and hours went in to making all these chain links by hand.
Left over thread collected from garment factories is then sold in local raw-material markets of Lahore, just $2 a kilo.
Landa Bazar is one of the popular streets to buy all sorts of 'left over' garment accessories and worn clothing.
In September 2011, my friend, Jan Johnson the metal sculptor, died. He left behind a wealth of art, much of it based on his 1960s stint in Vietnam, that irrevocably changed him. After being discharged he moved to Canada, where I met him in the mid-'80s through a mutual friend.
Fast forward to 2015, when I left the prairie temporarily to dog-sit for the winter on a farm in Sooke, BC. Five minutes from Jan's home, I was ideally positioned to take on an assignment offered by Jan's widow, Mary: to compile a visual catalogue of his life work for the purposes of publishing them in a book. We recruited our longtime friend Pam Woodland as the designer, and Jan's step-daughter Mija Lee did the bulk of the writing. I was given free reign to interpret the pieces as I felt and saw fit. It was a great project.
Jan used all sorts of materials to create his blistering critique of the social and political engineering that leads to war, famine, and mass murder worldwide. In this piece, an old garden rake is transformed into a line of soldiers called upon by their officer to volunteer. We see where the two previous volunteers used to stand; they've disappeared. Next!
Like any three dimensional artwork, this piece could have been - and was - photographed from various angles. It's a lot more interesting than copying paintings, for example, which is a technical exercise and not much more. This project allowed me a lot of space for interpretation. The book is called Irony in Steel and is available from Mary Alice Johnson, PO Box 807, Sooke, BC, V9Z 1H8, Canada. Or contact Mary via email: mary@almsculpture.com.
More samples of his amazing work to come over the next few days...
Photographed in Jan Johnson's studio in Sooke, British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2015 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Park Slope, Brooklyn NY
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The feeling when I can’t came up a name for this photo so I just asked a few of my friends and then the name “Sunny work day” was born!
Ausrangierte Splitterschutzzelle am Rande des Steinbruches am im Piesberg. Die Zelle besteht aus einem alten, genieteten Dampfkessel.
Pelangi Petang
Kumeniti awan yang kelabu
Kutempuhi lorong yang berliku
Mencari sinar yang menerangi
Kegelapanku
Kupercaya pasti suatu masa
Sang suria kan menyinar jua
Membawa harapan yang menggunung
Bersamanya...
( korus )
Engkau tiba bagaikan pelangi
Tak bercahya namun kau berseri
Tapi cukup menghiburkan
Hati ini
Seharian waktu bersamamu
Tak terasa saat yang berlalu
Bagai pelangi petang kau kan pasti
Pergi jua...
Hromada lahví v areálu společnosti OZO a. s. v Ostravě - Kunčicích. Sklo je zde sváženo z celé ostravské aglomerace.
A pile of bottles in the area of OZO company in Ostrava - Kunčice. The glass is imported to this place from the entire agglomeration of Ostrava city.
the paper studio with its equipment, raw material, gathered papers is filling up, too fast... spring cleaning was needed, and we organized our 'pitot' = 'fiber loafs' in a better and visible way: above Japanese Mulberry/Kozo, below Jeans cotton -- they have been prepared at least 15 years back and can be used any time needed: first step is soaking them in water over night, and then 're-opening' their fibers in the hollander=pulp making machine... handmade paper from plants or natural textiles needed, anybody?! :)
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