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The Jurist

3/10/2019

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So the crazy thought I’m having today is, why is it that mammals, which includes most humans (there are those who argue lawyers are more reptilian), when they get older their hair fades to grey? The plant world does it quite differently, trees being the most obvious, some of which break out in brilliant reds and oranges. Trees announce to the world “that’s right (expletive deleted), I’m going dormate soon, so (expletive deleted) you!”

(NOTE: I’ve really been trying of late to curse less. And I curse a lot. I use curses like punctuation. Get the slightest thing out of place and out comes a profane string of curses. The people who did the HBO show ‘Deadwood’ – they came to me for dialog consultation. Not my best characteristic and it’s become excessive even for me, so I’m trying to put something of a lid on it. But sometimes it appropriately get’s the point across, like when Steve McQueen in ‘Papillion’ is floating to freedom on the ocean at the end of the movie and shouts out “Hey You Bastards, I’m still here”! See how it works there. That’s how it is in the first paragraph.)

Humans, though, just sort of fade out, retreat into the background, and then are gone. So I say, strike back by growing that grey hair really long! Let it flow like a lion’s mane! Women with long, flowing grey hair – gorgeous! Men with long grey hair swirling over their ears and cascading grey beards – debonair! (We shall leave men with grey pony tails for another time). Defiantly sneer at the passage of time! “Hey you bastards, I’m still here!!”

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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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