Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Studio Light

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Studio light is the best light, especially at our studio. How can you not fall in absolute love with the light in this space. The light changes all day long, bringing in interesting lights and shadows painting patterns all day long. From cool blue light in the morning to hot midday sunlight to warm late evening light... it is a constant change of scenery all within the same space.

Talk about a change of scenery, my wife and I are moving soon and I will have a whole new environment to play in and round. I expect that my creativity will rocket itself off the the foundation. We can't wait... well I guess that, technically, we can wait, because we have to, but it is safe to that we are going insane with anticipation. The might be a slight understatement.  

Fear of Man with Camera No More

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Why do you fear me with my camera in my hand? I am not a terrorist, pervert, deviant or any other label you use to label fear. I am an artist. Why is my camera more threatening to you than a pencil or paint brush?  Why is my shutter more dangerous than the words of a poet? Why are my megapixels more dubious than the melodies and harmonies of a musician? Am I an apparition of the reality of your world, threatening to expose the world to your truth at the speed of light with the accuracy of seasoned marksmen? Is this why you lash out at me with your blade while I stand armed with an eye for the truth and a lie-detecting-light-capturer?

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Do you look at my lens and imagine me going home to produce hours of steaming-shower-spank-material? Do you, while reading this, want to punish your own primate? Who is the real deviant in this conversation? Rather than waste time using your blanket of false moral high ground to hide your own personal perversions and smear your fecal-stank-fear in the faces of innocence, why don’t you  try addressing your own misery first; for he who lives in a crystal palace high upon the self-appointed pedestal  should be wary of the stones he tosses around so haplessly.

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Your fear is not my fear. Your fear is not contagious. Your fear is not all powerful. I do not fear you, but rather worry more about how your short-sighted nature will drown the future generations of creative in your sea of fear mongering. 

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