Wednesday, August 01, 2007
wearing religion "on your sleeve"
I am FINALLY posting images that I've shot for 2 projects I'm working on: the religious tattoo project and a project centered around religious imagery. I'm not an overly religious person, but religion, it's imagery and the people who invest so much time, money and effort into their faiths fascinate me. ANYWAY....
Here are a couple of images.
P.S. I know you'll find this surprising, but I don't check my blog very often. Therefore, if you have any comments etc. email me.
Monday, May 14, 2007
A couple more images...
Another day, another dollar slot machine...
I came down to Vegas for my sister's graduation from UNLV. I love this town. It's a photo op waiting to happen. In fact, it's almost overwhelming sometimes when you head down to the strip to shoot and you are bombarded with sights, lights, faces and places. No matter what I shoot, I always want to go back and shoot the same subject in different light, with more people around, etc. Be that as it may, I took a couple of hours and wandered down on the strip--the old strip, to see what I could see. This is what I found before it got dark and before my sister grew tired of me working over Marilyn Monroe in front of a strip club. Oh, sure, my sister has a Master's degree now and she's too good to sit in front of a strip club. I don't even know who she is anymore.
P.S. I am including a photo of the Red Cliffs Southern Baptist Church that I shot on the way through Cedar. Just happended to be the right light and the right time.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Here are three images I had printed, matted and framed to submit to the Springville Art Museum's Spring Salon. I had a piece in the Religion Show, so I thought I'd give it a shot again. The satisfaction of having something selected by a jury to hang in the museum almost out weighs the pain of laying down 3 or 4 hundred dollars to have these pieces prepared for submission. In the end, I have a bunck of expensive prints of my own work to hang in my future domicile. A mini museum that will only be visited by Jehovah Witnesses, girl scouts selling cookies, my children, bishopric members on a spontaneous "we were in the neighborhood" visit and the occasional female under the influence of Roofies. It's a start.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
I was born in Denver and lived there until I was 10. Johnson's Corner, a truck stop about 60 miles North of Denver, was a regular Johnson family dining experinece. While visiting my folks in Denver for Easter we took our usual pilgrimage to Johnson's Corner the Friday before Easter. The place has been spruced up over the years, but it still houses the same weary travelers and grumpy truckers. The morning we went, it was unusually busy for whatever reason. My sister and I had to park in the back and I noticed this tiny, unassuming chapel behind the truck stop. The chapel is appropriately called the "Johnson's Corner Chapel." The door was open so I poked my head in and found pastor Bill Riley inside. He is originally from the South (Louisiana and Mississippi) but has lived all over the U.S. over the years. According to Bill, travelers and truckers used to meet in one of the restaurant's banquet rooms on Sundays for worship services, but acqured the old house behind the truck stop in 1998. I asked if I could attend services Easter Sunday and take some pictures. Bill said it would be ok. Here are a few photos I shot before and during the service, which consisted of a couple of hymns, two prayers and an Easter message from Pastor Riley. There were 4 people in attendance other than my sister and me. They four people were Gabe and Karen Anfonso, Gabe's mom Victoria Quintana (she is also the chapel's treasurer) and a trucker from Tennessee named Greg Compton. It was a great little service. I highly recommend a giant cinnamon roll from Johnson's and an Easter service at their chapel.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
drawing the unlucky straw...
I just want to know which unlucky individual who reads this will be willing to give Jason mouth-to-mouth to revive him once he realizes I've actually posted something on my blog. Whoever draws this short straw, please be prepared to bring a Listerine strip, so rubbing alcohol and smelling salts. If either of you lives, you can enjoy some of my recent and not-so-recent Holga attempts.
Enjoy. And hopefully it won't be 6 more months before someone has to revive Jason again. EWWWWWWWW.