Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I often find myself looking at the works of artist and photographers with amazement for what they either captured or created in that moment. And then there are other times that I wish it was me who captured or created those moments. Let's just say this is one of those times.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Art is a collaboration between God an the artist, and the less the artist does the better. "Andre Gide"
These are a few new pieces that my friend Lance sent me to check out. It's funny that as long as I've known him, I've never received anything from him that I haven't liked. What's even funnier is that no matter how many times I tell him that he'll never believe me. The fact is what I see as amazing, he sees as just another day of sketching. I only hope that the world soon gets to see what I've been so inspired by for years now. Do your thang pimpin! I'll be meeting at the top real soon!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
It is difficult to see the big picture when you are inside of the fame. "Unknown"
Today in the mail I receive somewhat of an early birthday gift from friend and fellow photographer Julian Hibbard. I met Jules and wife Lopi in Brazil some years ago and have remained good friends ever since. After a two week visit to the south last year Julian and I realized we have a lot of similar taste. One being music so, it was great to see that he had sent me lots of new tunes ( Headless Heroes, Dirty Edits, Masher and Bangers Mix) and some great new reading material ( Moondog/The Viking of 6th Ave.). Julian has not yet fail to inspire me. I only hope to do the same for him. Thanks brutha, you are a true friend!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Lemme tell you somethin', this pimpin that I got in my blood, it came from a family tree. My granddaddy was a pimp, my great great Great granddaddy was a pimp. I'm talkin' bout pimpin' since been pimpin' since been pimpin'! "Mike Epps"
I never really got the chance to know my father as well as I would've liked to. When I was about five my dad suffered from a massive stroke that left him in a comma for two weeks and incapable of ever speaking again. He was only 25 at the time. All the details of how and why it happened have never been completely explained to me, tho I still believe it to have been foul play.
My father passed in 97 and over the years it's been interesting to hear some of the stories that have been told about him. I was rasied by my mothers side of the family so it is always interesting to meet my fathers side of the family. I've only ever had one image of my dad. It's a image of him holding me as a baby. The last time I visted my aunt gave me this image and a few others of uncle Jeff (right) and my Father (left). I was always told that my dad and uncles were pimps but, I had know idea. Then again anyone who can pull off a pink jump suit with jacket and still get the ladies has to be a pimp!
Before leaving aunt Cherry's I met my uncle again for the second time. The last words of advice he gave me go as follow.
You a pretty boy, so niggers gone always test you. All you need remember is to never take any wooden nickels, always throw the first punch and don't ever be afraid to take a ass whoopin but, try to avoid taking on when you can.
words to live by!!
Friday, October 2, 2009
I never question what to do, it tells me what to do. The photographs make themselves with my help.
Real photographers don't wait for the phone to ring, they go out and take pictures.
In late 2007 I started work on a series of images of old abandon houses. Being that I've normally shot more fashion and portraits, when I first begin documenting these homes it was often meant for reference, and to be used later as the backdrop in which I'd include a model in hopes of creating story.
After a few months of shooting, the homes begin to take on a life of their on and I couldn't help myself when it came to searching out these places that to me had so much character. I've found that since I begin this project I've found some very old and somewhat isolated places. A few being some 200 years old.
Now, almost three years later what was meant to be reference has grown into a series of close to 60 finished images. Some are being shown this November with Blount Bridgers Museum in North Carolina and with any luck rest will be showing soon!
Most of these are for sell so, if anyone has any questions, feel free to contact me any time.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
There is no great genius without a touch of madness. "Seneca"
For about the past four years now myself and fellow artist and good friend Lance Mcbride of Sophia Baphomet Inc. have been involved in what started as a friendly exchange of mix Cd's. For a while we would give each other mixes of all the new and different music we were collecting. As time went on I begin to notice that non of the track names were being added to the disc! When I'd ask Lance about certain tracks he would only say to me " you don't get the track names, I just want you to be disturbed by how hard these tracks are". He'd then laugh and say "that's right they knocked your teeth out didn't they. To this I could only often respond with " Ouch".
Fast forward four years and what was once fun and games has turn into all out war. The mixes have went from being plan disc with mix 1 or 2 written in marker to becoming full blown Cd designs. For awhile I thought I was doing my thing with the mixes. The design was simple but, to the point and the mixes since I'm telling it were the Shit! The ball was in my count until I received his hand drawn three disc mix The Mind, The Heart and The Soul. (did i mention that all the Cd's when put together create on image!) Needless to say it's been awhile since I've been able to recover from such a blow! But, I can say that I have some amazing new music as well as three one of a kind works and tons of inspiration!
Thanks again brutha for the art in my header! And don't worry Mcbride! The pain is coming! Oh yes, the pain is coming!
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but, i can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and follow where they lead. " Louisa May Alcott"
it's been about ten years now since i started collecting journals in which i've written my thoughts, dreams and numerous ideas. so often i've found that after i had filled all the pages i would put the journals away and rarely go though them again.
a few weeks ago i decided to start looking though some of my earlier writings to see if i could find any ideas worth reworking or something new all together. as i started to go though the pages i noticed that most of my journals had very few if any images at all. after after about an hour of digging i came across an idea in which i wrote about keeping a visual journal.
once i finished going though the journals i realized that months before me rediscovering the idea of creating a visual journal i had already started the work. for the past few months now i of would often go and sit alone at find small grave site where i could think and watch the sunset. it's the perfect place for the fact that there so few trees and open sky for days. as i sat there looking at the sky i'd some days see the most amazing things.
to most people i know they are just clouds but to me it's art. i begin to take my camera with me in order to document them. once they were shot i would simply write down the date and time the same way i do with my journals. i decided that these images would be apart of the first of many visual journals a plan to do. the first is simply titled the cloud journals!
the image i've included above is one of my favorites.
shot May 9, 2009 6:45 p.m