twelve

OK, so I've got the engine running again.  I am finally making new work and getting back into some kind of rhythm again after a months of spinning my wheels.  I have not yet digested what is behind the new work, but I am  sure there are fatherhood/manhood/hero/shadow-self ideas and metaphors bumping around in there somewhere.  Self-portraiture as performance, performance as investigation, all that.

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-this is the last image of this series that i will be posting.  The original series was a bit longer, but I feel this is a good end point for now.

  

I revisited this work from about 10 years ago in an effort to try to 're-experience' what it was like to create the work.  I am in the midst of working on a new body of work and am experimenting with ways of re-starting my creative engine.  As of this week I am shooting again and am mildly excited by the results.  I will keep you posted on the results of this process.  (beware, there are a few other series of work i will be revisiting)

Any techniques or thoughts on recovering from creative block or on jump starting a new body of work would be welcomed.  I could try them myself and/or share them with my fine art black and white class at NESOP.  By for now.   S

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(continued from 8)

A bird chirped outdoors in a tree, but that only made the silence thicker.  You could have cut slices of it and buttered them.

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(continued from 7) 

(deal with it Ron, I am still working this series out of my system)

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(cont.) They are always a little to one side or up or down.  I touched his face.  It was warm and slightly moist.  That would be from his drink.  He hadn't been dead more than twenty minutes.

R. Chandler

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His eyes glittered as I got close.  I bent over to stare into them, to try and meet their look.  It couldn't be done.  It never can, with dead eyes. 

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I took my upper lip between my teeth and didn't feel myself biting it until I tasted the blood.

R. Chandler

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"I wobbled and wiped the cold sweat of nausea off my forehead and felt the back of my head.  It was soft and pulpy, like a bruised peach.  When I touched it I could feel the pain clear down to my ankles.  I could feel every pain I ever felt since the first time I got kicked in the rear in grade school.

-R. Chandler

Three

Dream of the Private Eye, #5

Silver Gelatin Print

(please contact for purchase)

Number two

This image is one of many I have taken of Matthew Bauer.

The photograph is one of many in a continuing series 

where Mr. Bauer represents my 'shadow self'. Using an 

alter ego to represent my self allows a great amount 

of representation of situations that  are best described 

as a dream world and also allow me to work through a 

darker side of my self I do not desire to or am not willing 

to act out in reality.

Post Number One

So I have finally made the leap into the "blog - o - sphere".  I will start with baby steps here to test the water.  The plan is to post something in progress, or something new every day.  Have a look and follow me down this path if you can.