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Summer Rains

8/26/2019

My recent black and white series ends, and we go back to full color on this Monday following a weekend of intense seasonal allergies. Not much in my head besides snot, but let’s see how we do today.

I’ve mentioned that part of me feels like florals are cheating because they’re sort of automatic abstracts; why the hell bother with artistic effort, just shoot them, correct for exposure and we’re done. But here’s the other side of that: If there’s no artistic process then it’s not really photo art, is it. This work, I think, is an example of doing just enough. I didn’t want to take it so far as to lose the clarity of the raindrops, and yet the delicate flowers themselves have gone through just a touch of abstraction. This one well represents the effect of making a photograph look like a painting. I went with a 1x1 scale simply because it cropped best that way and composition by way of the Rule of Thirds runs diagonally up the frame. And who doesn’t like purple.

There – how’d I do?

Say this real fast:

If you’re smoochin' with your honey
And they’re nose is kinda runny
And you think it’s really funny
Well it’s not.

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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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Summer Rains

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