A landscape can have its own surreal moment. And your memories can often be found there.
Eastern Shore MD
Virginia Beach VA
Blue Ridge Mountains NC
Tybee Island GA
Portrait of my Daughter Lady
We Say Good-Bye To Ourselves
The Silence Series: Chakra Colors For Meditation | ANAHATA (Green)
Everywhere I Looked the City Hosted the Old-Timey Bikes
A Tribute to the Family (A Full of Grace Remix)
Across the River the City that Sleeps with Dreams
Until You I Didn’t Feel Quite Finished
So many beautiful places and art to reflect on life in 2012.
all too often
life brings us full circle
with a response too late
an endless road of memories
a journey of searching dreams
the place to find what was lost
art and thoughts remixed | an abstraction of historical things – when the world you’ve come to know is full of quiet moments | feb 1987
we may be showing again in May
309 north 3rd street
it was sudden
the conversation about art … and
the things we longed for …
and realities never collected in one moment
… we get to the meeting late
and everyone is leaving
but i am here
on the beach
on the pier
flowered in peaceful meditation
Here is a rewind from my trip to New Orleans. An earlier post entitled: A Bridge Never Too Far (A Seeing Through Everything Remix). I thought this digital collage would be perfect for this challenge. A layered fusion of angles and perspective. Hope you enjoy.
outside my window … beyond the last penned poem
– i see what I can only feel
a sense of disillusionment …
and it is here
– in the world of my own making
that I can no longer provoke a sense of place within this …
an unstructured world, a world without end.
Outside my window, I find that some things are without understanding…
It is a complicated world in which we live. It appears as one thing, yet emerges as another…
contemplative - destructive engaging - futile
A world fading and in conflict with itself….
There are times when I have a visual dream. In the waking. A collage of kinetic images. And as painful as it may sometimes be, I can but only love … living my art; finding fuel for it in the most unlikely places …
a new day …
This piece is an exploration of the moment when waking from a dream. The dream persists, but so does the realities of life: Our personal journey. As they intrude. Crash. Collide. And take us for a ride along the highway of uncertainty. I think it is here, in this moment, that we can rise from our slumber with our greatest fear or with our greatest hope. As we face the day, with our portfolio of experiences, memories, and designs, we can, with internal intent and wisdom, begin our search for a better tomorrow.
http://youtu.be/58Nwb7HmbLQ – Sometimes In the Waking the Reality Is More Pressing Than the Dream 3:10; music by Nine Inch Nails
Second in the series of “chance” recordings …
http://youtu.be/Wdrl6O_H1uE – Copyright 2012 Walter W Smith
with restless dreams
in scattered refuge
in sudden refrain
– through the darkest storm
“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” – Calvin & Hobbs
The night holds many mysteries when time stands still….
she remains transfixed trapped in summer's night contemplating the approaching storm
Searching for chance in the process of creating art.
Within the context of my digital and video work, the objective is to find visual ambient experiences. The process at times, is a stationary camera. Post-production: Unedited film, or with very minimal post editing and digital effects. With this piece, I altered the color tonality. The difficulty in the piece was balancing the black sky, now slightly colorized, while maintaining a brightness/contrast without compromising the visibility of the lightning strikes.
Art can be discovered by random chance.
An Unfolding Night Next To You is the first in a series of new HD experimental video work-in-progress. Some years ago, my first exploration of the still camera and chance recording was an hour-long piece entitled Oceans of Art. This 2012 video was filmed during a late night drive on HWY 221 in South Carolina through a scattered rain storm. Darkness, lightning strikes, pressing rain, and the headlights of passing cars all merge with the music of sound design artist, and master of glitch Alva Noto, creating an eerie journey into meditative abstraction. Rain drops falling on the window shield create a mosaic of pixel forms. These forms are constantly moving and manipulating the video. While sporadic lightning strikes fill the night sky. Patience is in order to gather the full ambient feeling of the piece. Things are there.
Recommended viewing: In a very dark room by single candle light.
http://youtu.be/-KKafg4qoaQ – Copyright 2012 – Walter Smith
The Olympic trials are in full swing. Competition. Endurance. Will. Beauty. Art and sports a Pop Art tradition. London 2012.
A Tybee Beach remix…
Tybee Island is a small public beach located on the Atlantic Ocean near the Georgia/South Carolina border. It is just a few minutes away from historic Savannah GA.
A day on the beach, with sand and surf in hand.
sitting on the beach
with the cooling sand
caressing my sandaled feet
mind and body
with this very moment
the last moment
with the setting sun
while my joy
– and clouds
join in blended
leaving the waves
a fluid surrender
to a day ending
There is a classic ambient piece by Brian Eno entitled Thursday Afternoon. An one hour shimmering landscape in the style of Music For Airports. This piece Monday Afternoon was created on Tuesday night while listening to Pandora Radio on my Droid phone. Slowly revisiting the drive into Savannah, GA. And the crossing of this remarkable bridge. Beautiful Sunshine. Warm atmosphere. Cool wind. Simmering heat.
A Tybee Island beach remix 2012
caressing the day
– the sun floats
the waves flow
a sparkly trance
with wind and water
Revisiting the past and spinning brakes. A life without a caution. Pop goes the art. Over the cliff. Off the road. And Crash. Red meets blue and yellow finds green. Andy Warhol’s last thoughts. Wheels turning effortlessly as the years mount up. There’s a story here … And a Pontiac Bonnerville circa 1967.
Music from India – Hazrat Inayat Khan. North Indian classical music.
Hazrat Inayat Khan (Urdu: عنایت خان ) (July 5, 1882 – February 5, 1927) was the founder of The Sufi Order in the West in 1914 (London) and teacher of Universal Sufism. He initially came to the West as a Northern Indian classical musician, having received the honorific “Tansen” from the Nizam of Hyderabad, but he soon turned to the introduction and transmission of Sufi thought and practice. Later, in 1923, the Sufi Order of the London period was dissolved into a new organization, formed under Swiss law, called the “International Sufi Movement”. His message of divine unity (Tawhid) focused on the themes of love, harmony and beauty. He taught that blind adherence to any book rendered religion void of spirit. Branches of Inayat Khan’s movement can be found in the Netherlands, France, England, Germany, the United States, Canada, Russia and Australia. ( Wiki )
Perfection can be found over time when you follow your instincts….
Something other than remaining…
I often wonder when a work of art is finished. What defines a piece as being complete; needing no further creative intervention on the part of the artist? Perhaps nothing (completion) is ever collected in one moment. If as artists, we seek to embrace the process, then it is possible that perfection is truly the antithesis to what we hope to accomplish; the creation of great art, the connection with self, and the freedom to allow instinct to govern.
Instinct is a mystery. It has no ending. No point at which it is defined.
When I create a work of art, I first view it as a part of a whole. That whole being one that is infinite.
– A life time of creating.
That which is the part of a whole, only serves to contribute to a never-ending journey; the idea of nurturing the creative instinct that lies within the realm of the visceral. While at times abandoning conscious decision-making.
Sometimes it serves us well to know that the perfection that is born of one’s decision, is not the perfection that is found over time …
In the end trust in the mystery….
An abstract form of art becomes a pop-art form of art becomes a post canvas and paint form of art becomes a digital form of art….