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Forest Mother

11/19/2018

This seemed an appropriate image for my first blog post. Miles and miles I hiked and days I spent scouting the perfect location to capture this lovely doe.

…OK, not really. I was sitting on my deck with a bourbon ice tea when she wandered into my back yard, probably looking for something fallen off the mulberry tree she's standing beneath. I DID have to lean over a ways …

This is a new work - am I allowed to say I'm really happy with it. I was so pleased I produced it immediately as a small 5x7 on an easel. I chose to finish it in sheer glossy, which turned out perfect! It's a striking work on metal, and is currently on display at Capital Arts in Jefferson City, Missouri.

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Curtis Hendricks

All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.

Art attracted me from the beginning. Almost every home in the tiny farming village where I grew up had DaVinci’s ‘Last Supper’ on the wall. I would come across modern abstract art in magazines and be absolutely fascinated by the colors and techniques.

But there were no artists in my village. No one understood what modern art was. Or why it was. But there was an appreciation for photography.

I began shooting with a 1960 model Agfa rangefinder fixed-lens 35mm camera and learned to use darkroom techniques to finish my work. Graduating to a single lens reflex camera I worked primarily with Kodachrome. Digital photography opened a new world. The computer became the artboard I never had; the darkroom I could never afford. I discovered there would never be a camera or a lens that could capture what I saw in my head – that, I had to learn to create on my own.

I use the photograph the same way a painter uses a charcoal sketch – as a starting place. I squeeze out the unseen hiding between the pixels; the angels, the demons of my own imagination.

Light. Color. Darkness. Perspective. Introversion. Mystery. Love.

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