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"Why do you make so many pictures?", Olivia asks.
"Learning to see, all over again.", I reply.
"But," she insists, "your eyes are open... why the picture?"
I listen closely, her intonation; then, "The eyes are tools,
just like this brush, that paint and your question. A
picture is not an answer, nor completely resolving of any thing
or idea. A picture is not a question either, although it may
'ask' of the view--"
"So, what is it, and why make them?", tracking, but she skips
ahead of me.
"Each one is a favor, both offered and requested. Each of these
favors is an object of participation, however brief, however
enduring, where--yes, it is a place--a person might join a
conversation like this one. The subjects are many, and as with
all dialogues, of things we share and are engaged."
"What?!", Olivia pursues, "You mean a picture, your pictures, are
like some sort of coffee shop? And I can just visit them and,
what, have a chat?"
"Something like that... dialogues between us, through them.
We've a lot to discuss, so I keep making pictures. Those derived
from photography are not like those I've drawn, painted or printed
because the tools and media are not alike; however, my practice
using all of these means is similar because, of the tools I use,
my eyes are reading what my hands render, and with all due
respect for the medium."
I can define a location, or a pencil. I cannot define what I see. I could not do this, ever. I can only define what I want you to see, with an image. What that is has variation. Yet, I do not have a choice. Not one, but so many, in fact, I am buoyed among them. As I make a picture, whatever, even writing this... the excluded and omitted, by implication, are a big deal, supporting the subject, like "coffee". So, my work is about choice and that I do not have one. Thus, reminded of the Laws of Thermodynamics... the First and Second, specifically; that is, I cannot truly create, nor destroy any thing, but merely alter forms to define (over and over again) that purity is complex, but not confused. Each picture is a favor to ask, and an offering of what we may commonly agree as "just so". My works define a position, of decisions made and a course of actions taken. But most of all, my work is a fiction, depicting no real place, persons, nor object, as music is a kind of rendering, "just so". Many years ago I practiced more art work. A few pieces were exhibited. Then I changed media, and practice, to information technologies and computers. While I continued to paint and photograph, I worked more with bits and code, later teaching others about bits and code. Fascinating work, reaching a not dissimilar "just so", especially working with students and the less-well-defined-than-conventionally-perceived relationship of Data Set and Computer Program. Now not as much returning, but from here reflecting and representing that which continues, variously known "just so". I still program computers, but more as a means for "picture making". Please email me for needed detail, or where I may blur, may burnish. kind regards,
David