Monday, November 24, 2008
My inspiration for the first photo happened while the Democratic National Convention (DNC) was happening in Denver. Everywhere I went all I saw were black town cars with tinted windows and some guy in a suit driving other men in suits around. It felt like a scene out of the matrix as my vision of corporate and political identity, or lack there of, surfaced in the form of a photograph.
The subject and background are two separate shots and composited to look artificial and unnatural to match the concept.
Songs and stories by other people can give rise to inspiration to other artists. When assigned a project to create a photo from a song, I chose one called Daedalus by the band Thrice. A true testament to this continual artist inspiration the song is about the story Icarus and his father, Daedalus, who are trapped in a labyrinth (built by Daedalus) and their efforts to escape on wings made of feathers and wax.
In my translation, I dressed my subject in a plain white t-shirt and jeans to represent a common individual and set the scene in a city scape that can literally and figuratively act as a labyrinth. We as members of a society, a group, the human race, much like Icarus, sometimes try to escape societal expectations and boundaries in hopes of establishing an individual identity.
The cityscape, sky and subject are three separate shots.
Monday, November 17, 2008
While taking a weekend away from the city life and heading up to the mountains with some friends we decided to check out the town of Fairplay, Co. A small town that was once called South Park City has a gated off tourist section of old buildings that we couldn't get into as it closes around October each year.
Trying to find some lunch, I was a passenger in the back seat of the car when I saw this purple and yellow house. Caught by the uniqueness of the house I asked my friend to pull over so I could take some photos. Shot in Camera RAW I changed the exposures to make an HDR photo from a ditch. And used another HDR image for the clouds to add depth to the scene.
Pulling over, holding up lunch and trekking through ditches...some people will do anything for a photo.
I was giving an photojournalism assignment to go hunt out a feature story; something other than news or a "slice of life." After wandering around the Auraria Campus in Denver for a while I came across these construction workers ending their day. I like how they're all easily identifiable with their florescent vests and coolers and they're caught in a moment but obviously walking away.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
With the continuing advancement of technology, people's interaction with the world and each other has strayed from the use of words to that of images. It then becomes a challenge as photographer to 1. Do something unique and 2. Produces images that will have an impact on people.
I had an instructor while at the Metropolitan State College of Denver who told myself and a room full of pseudo (student) photographers, to say about the world we live in today. Photos are history records and tools to convey a message or feeling to the viewer. I don't consider myself a commercial photographer, a photojournalist, a portrait photographer and any kind of specialist photographer just yet. I don't know which aspect will capture my interest full heartedly, but I do I hope that my images say something about what's going on around me. As for now, I'm earning a bachelor's degree in photography from the Art Institute of Colorado, making one photo at a time and aspiring to be a visionary.
"What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war." -Pablo Picasso