...the past into the future, right now:
that is what continues.
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It might go like this...
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"Why do you make so many pictures?", Olivia asks.
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"Learning to see, all over again.", I reply.
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"But," she insists, "your eyes are open... what's the picture for?"
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I listen closely, reading 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--"
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"So, what is it, and why make them?", tracking, but she skips ahead of me.
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"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."
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"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?"
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"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."
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...or, like this...
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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".
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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".
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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.
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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".
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Please email me for needed detail,
or where I may blur, may burnish.
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kind regards,
David
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