"DEAR LEADER"

Since this blog, as of late, has become particularly moribund, I might as well post bill paying work… which isn’t that much of an issue…. but since I had promised myself not to post commercial work way back when I began, what some dare call an adventure….I might have…..
But at this point my resolve [...]

Russell Kaye kindly inquired if I could post the age old recipe for printing photographs on enamel… I am probably right in assuming that he might wish to decorate his future sarcophagus with archival images of rainbows, clown cars, chimps and vaginas, as I already have done with me very own intergalactic ion rocket mausoleum…. [...]

If you have ever been to an old school cemetery you probably came across portraits of the deceased printed and baked on enamel….Somehow, I dug up the technique and applied it to natural history as we know it, or what’s left of it…. Rest in Peace species…. 26 year old work…Gulp…!

Free is good and free I like, but sometimes it can be quite the; proverbial arse. The crowds, the hot urban muthas, in all manners of disinterest and fashionista, the laboriously fermented paragraphs dripping off and on the whitewash, seasoned with more than a whiff of bourgeoisie docent docent bag.
School of neuron-art effluvia; masters [...]

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My son Raphael and his brother Gabriel went back to their yankee grandmother’s home in Virginia and found old college work of mine somewhere in the basement……Raphael shoveled snow from a christmas winter storm and gave my ex-brother in law the cash to ship a box full of 25 year old work back to me, [...]

OK, I am officially a fan… Russian criminal tattoos…

As of today, September 21st, two thousand and nine, my professional representation with Redeye represents is officially terminated. I shall dutifully represent myself until further notice. Thank you and “As sa’alamu aleikum”…!

An Afghan War Rug I picked up in Afghanistan….. I have two in my collection of two…. Plus ça change……

and the Bayeux Tapestry……, plus c’est la même chose……War Rugs.

Running concurrently as guest blogger on “A Photo Editor”.
Begin:
I have been staring at hi-res scans of my 8×10 work on my Apple 30″ inch LCD display for a number of years now and wondering why the same displays have not yet been made to accommodate large display sizes. Thin museum quality LCDs, LEDs or [...]

While doing a search on myself, which I do once in a while, to see what kind of nefarious plots are being hatched against me I came across a Google book chapter I wrote back in 1992 for Chinese Landscapes: The Village as Place-By Ronald G. Knapp-Published by University of Hawaii Press, 1992.
We simply [...]

Now then; now that we have laid the ground work for Miaes (pun), it stands to reason that I might deservedly, so to speak, perform a public function and post a little human anatomy.
For those of you who come to me, “Dear Leader”, by any other means than the photographic, please ignore my creatives, and [...]

Click to enlarge, and peer into my arse’s future…… and this has nothin’ to do with mules and donkeys. Just my ass, a scalpel and a little post operative pleasure to boot(no pun intended)…. Precarious, any thoughts on the matter, and don’t fucking tell me it’s not your bag of prunes(a pun, one intended)….

Northern France, Tuesday:
In 1940, my father was four, and a refugee, fleeing the Germans and their armies.
In the back of the cart, my uncles and father looked up at the sky and listened to each brother call; softly they spoke of the dunes, the marsh and of the perils of the road.
It had [...]

It’s been 12 months since I started this blog. Now what? Much is brewing, but none will be revealed. I had thought that I would let the readers of this blog in on it but it shan’t come to pass, or at least not yet and not on this watch. You are going to have [...]

“I had to fold my bicycle and stow it in the shed, between the road and the garden, but when I came downstairs and didn’t want to play, I came to think that may be her pedal car was still there, in between the fields, just beneath the corn and the plow. But instead, some [...]