The day will come...

Yes, yes, I'm sure the day will come when there will be a hundred people sharing their digital art work here, introducing the world to the art of the future, electronic art. Some seem to feel that 'Digital' really isn't Art but I try to tell them that it isn't the media that makes the Art,  it's the Artist.

So don't be shy just because you can't draw a straight line, and your water colors seem to run too fast and too far. With digital you can always back up or if it's all that bad, delete, and it doesn't cost you a penny. I'm sure that the art suppliers are looking at that thought differently, much the way Kodak had looked at Digital as a nail in their coffin.

Time marches on, but to me it seems to be running not marching. Aghh, enough of this aimless babbling, on with the entertainment...

Below, I will show you the picture I took of the flower. Then, at least one of the treatments. I hope you like them. Some of these beauties even talk to me, and yet I still claim to be, "As sound as a Dollar, but then I'm not too sure about the Dollar".

Here we go:

This picture I took about ten years ago. Magenta/blue, against Yellow/green, what a lovely combination, Oh, I almost forgot to tell you what it is. Its a Honeysuckle bud. As I looked at it, the buds resembled  "war-clubs, of olden days". Humm, oh yes, from a technical point of view I took it using a 3.1 MB camera in the spring of 2000.

Stage one: interesting.

Now, that has some real muscle to it. add a little more contrast, and squeeze a little bit and you get something like this:

Is that abstract, or what?

Wow, where did this come from?

Honeysuckle in near full bloom: The treatment above this picture, had been enlarged to a display picture three feet high a seven feet long. At the time, I couldn't figure out how they managed to get it that big. Now I pretty much know, I'll tell you further along.

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The next year, while on vacation in Oregon, I came across this rose in of all places, "The Portland Rose Garden". It wasn't the, "Show Piece" of the garden as you will see, but what caught my attention was the richness of the color and how the color seemed to change the further into the flower you looked.



 Notice the swirling of the petals, almost a deformity.
The picture below was enlarged to eight feet by twelve feet, and again it had been taken with a 3.1 MB camera.

Along this same line I stumbled across a fall blooming Crocus, I had never seen a Crocus blooming in the fall before, especially right there in the middle of a lawn, but here it is...

Cute little Rascals aren't they? Wait till you see the twelve foot by twelve foot wall hanging they became.

I always attempted to leave some vestige of reality in every picture. In this case there are several stamens blended in. The desired objectivity of the two treatments above, was to create pictures that would impact an audience, without the need for them to stand and admire it, such as a , Sea Scape , or a Waterfall. The colors produce a subconscious response, one to excite and move, where the purple one above, was a calming color, slow down, relax.

So far, this is how I got started with this form of art. My agent for the pictures was always after me to get a camera of higher resolution, as it would make life a lot easier for him. So with my first check I moved up a little bit to 11.0 MB. This did make an improvement, but it gobbled up disc space and RAM. Now I needed a new computer. At the time, storage was a floppy disc, which had its limitations too. But, as had been said,"Roman wasn't built in a day."

Oops, that's my slipper off to the right, that's why we crop...

Well, as "Porky-Pig" would have said, "That's all folks"...at least for this page. Don't be afraid to tag on with your pictures and thoughts, in the "Comments" block.

A photo

What did they do before there were photographs? Thats a big question! I can't imagine what life woud be like without "Photography". Oh, I hate to have my picture taken, it's a self awareness thing, I guess. I seldom take pictures of people for that same reason, they may not like the way I see them. So I photograph flowers, I have yet to get a complaint. In fact I have begun to play with their images, something you shouldn't do with human pictures, if you can help yourself..

I take the most beautiful part of the flower and, using my computer, work the rich color and deep shadows into something that express' a totally different life form. I'm sure the flower, upon seeing it says something like,"Oh, I always wanted to be one of those, what is it?" Then we laugh, and I take another section of the flower and do something else equally as wild. I know this all sounds so crazy to you, but they tell me that if I keep taking my pills, without crying, they'll let me out of here and into the real and ugly world I hear so much about. Oh, here comes the pills, I think I'll cry.

Problems and intentions:

It has been a great struggle to say the least. I now have two Blogs (would plural be with two 'g's) and can't find either of them. ://Wendlebe.blogspot.com/  and ://BillGorgus.blogspot.com/ 

Now about "Wendlebe"; well that's Oliver Wendlebe, 'Oly' for short, he is a fictional character I have been working with for the past little bit. Like in Alice in Wonderland my friend tends to be a wee bit odd, but from time to time, he becomes as sound as a dollar, much like myself. So my hope is that "Windfall" http://wendlebe.blogspot.com/2010/09/windfall.html will become a place of sharing wild and amazingly unusial tales. some of which will be absolutely true, and that will be for the readers to deside for themselves.

Then, if you should ever be given passage to BillGorgus/Phorotrapher, (which obviously you have by now) you will see that the derangenment spreads, There I hope to, should I ever be able to find the spot myself, show you how I play with the little flowers. (that's a bit strange sounding I guess, but the pictures are considered  to be"Abstract"). In Quanitum Physics they say that something isn't, until it is looked at. So the next time you see a flower, look at it, I mean REALLY look at it. It could suprise you. Reality is stranger than fiction.

Strange, in a funny kind of way, I looked at that address above, "BillGorgus/Photographer, and had to laugh out loud, as I had written a play not long ago entitled Peter Gage/Photographer. But then, we are nothing alike... at least I don't think we are... are we Peter?