the wreck and not the story of the wrecki am no longer seventeen and playing with a digital camera.
my version of photoshop is still in the same shrinkwrap as the christmas day in 2002 when my mother gave it to me.
it scares me more than ketchup.
but i work at a ritz camera now. i work in the one hour photo lab. i make your pictures tangible in one hour or less.
which also means that i have one half of a million dollars worth of equipment available to me.
including a negative scanner.
consider me reinspired to share my work with a larger body of individuals.
i was going to scrap all the old crap. but, sometimes the past can be nice. it can also be hilarious. i was such a softy.
so: i hope this works out. if it doesn't, then, it doesn't.
We are, I am, you are
by cowardice or courage
the one who find our way
back to this scene
carrying a knife, a camera
a book of myths
in which
our names do not appear.
-Adrienne Rich
I hope to see more work posted and I will come back and comment on some of the other stuff in your gallery. I hope you don't scrap your old stuff. I think you should keep everything for documentation, even if you dislike it. After several years you will be able to look back and see where you came from. Think of them as breadcrumbs Gretyl.
I do not know if this will help or if it even applies. Before I went to college I did artwork for fun. Now if you look at the work in my gallery you will notice that its a pretty small gallery for so many years of study. That is because it was often hard for me to make the project or assignment my own. If I could do that I would always have a great piece of artwork.
Something about doing work to please each professor's tastes, and also about keeping my gpa high, so that I could keep my scholarship beat the ever loving crap out of my creativity. So what is in my gallery from school are pieces I had a bit of fun with.
-dan
take my pictures when i come to live with you next month.
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rock on...
67-fucking-weeks?!
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~On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion...~
Rock on...
xseanx
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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~On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion...~
Rock on...
xseanx
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Take care
hj
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