One Slide Poem

Appointed heroes

and they round the corner, closer and closer, larger and larger, keep your false gods, false profits, your artificial church, take your hands from out my pockets, keep your hands, off my soul

projected portraits and landscapes

broken vignettes, combining paths

magician's eidophone lantern

The visual capture and coupling of the power of voice by presenting combined magic lantern slides captured on a digital camera. Most are one color slide and one black and white slide projected using a Bausch & Lomb Balopticon to add motion. Hopefully Megan Watts Hughes, Akira Kurosawa, Joseph Boggs Beale, William Blake and I have met in some alternate universe and created something, anything...

dragonfly in amber

a boy needs a father

a man needs a son

I am neither and in need of none

she laughs a lot

I light her cigarette 

she smokes, I do not

we whisper when we speak

if we speak at all

the watchers hide

behind mosaic eyes

I am tired

it is the war I know

this is not Eden

and there are no apples

a Buddhist monk

sitting in defensive posture

a lotus flower

douses himself in gasoline 

burns a hole in my mind

my heart drowning in tide pools

my soul dries in low tide

we are all child soldiers

saving the world from more wars

a yellowish-brown sheen

just below the surface 

wings shimmer in the light

I still search

for a temple to call home

grandma's hands

 My grandmother added the framing, it was in her room as a child in Lompoc, California, probably from the 1930's on. I wonder where it came from and who the maker was.

ten

ten years, not like an anniversary, ten years since SPS

share

everything is theoretically impossible until it is done...do I take a picture, capture time, print it on paper, project multiple images...am I arrogant enough to believe that I have done any of this...or...the visual before me, has allowed it to happen...divine inspiration, creative intervention, or a whirling Dervish...visual language is literal and pictorial...my thoughts abstract and paradoxical...I spend a lot of time contemplating the duality of imagery...the concept of discourse in what happens after the image has been shared...I have no idea what I am doing...I guess it is more of matter of mind, an arrogance in belief...maybe cognitive dissonance theory...

...collage of imagery as I work through projection as Cliche Verre...