Saturday, April 9, 2022

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.



Wednesday, March 23, 2022

ten


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

Friday, January 21, 2022

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... 


Saturday, March 13, 2021

Frankie

New work in process, hoping to project lighted images from a modified Frankenstein Magic Lantern, or two. I am thinking one over the other and then a super eight projector on top.




the process

 the process


Soon Update

 soon 


soon our children will be grandparents 
some of us will be forgotten 
our bodies will turn into trees 
history will ride the breeze 
memories will whistle in the wind 
wrestle through the leaves 
leaves will fall to the grass 
the past will grow on the floors of dense woods 
our children will follow our paths 
some pass through apple orchards 
some tortured paths will lead back to tortured paths 

soon I will come to pass 
through the spyglass 
kaleidoscope stained glass dances in the contrast of the invisible sun 
it seems this day has barely begun 
I already breathe in the afternoon 
my lungs fill like balloons 
a purple one 
a blue one 
tomorrow seems close at hand 
yesterday seems years away 
eternity not far away 


I will soon be old with cane 
cold with pain 
behold the strain in my spoken choice 
the dust in my old broken voice 
rust in my veins 
rusty chains restrain the balloons in my chest 
my breath dressed in Sunday’s best 
June
my heart naps, eternal rest




it was my hope that it would be taken by the weather and so it has been