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It's been over a year since I've touched a print or even thought about my own creative outlet. I've always looked back on what I've done as being thoughtless, or without motive. I don't consider this wrong, just perverse. There have been few times in my life where I have reflected emotionally. Speaking to my wife or family affirms it, as I've been considered by many as deceiving and clear as Russian vodka. It's a hard stereotype to break when there is nothing I could offer in return.

Being selfish and dry is not a life long affirmation. In my life, working hard and peace of mind was paradise. Thoughtfulness, faith, and the constant reactions.

I have absolutely nothing to say. It's a problem that stays with me every single day. I can't articulate when there is a blank wall, which has been like that my whole life, in my youth which I have no memory, my service in the military, my work with foreign governments, past interests, even my spending habits, they all reveal a novel that never gets past the first awkward introduction.

Who wants to acknowledge something like that? Who would turn away the attention, and I've vowed never again to hold the title of a victim, which to me is a man with no way forward, a pauper with smooth hands and a sad smile.

It's Sora, as in the sky. Imprinted on God knows what, steel and glass, some reflections of how everything stops, everyone stops, when left with the easiest of choices.

I thought after a year it would be nice to revisit some images I've made, make them different, and yet see the same thing. It must have some value to me, as I keep doing them, it just escapes me. At least I hope it's something pretty to look at.

It's fun while it lasts folks!

(about the image, a couple of old prints, some dyes, a digital cam shot of the blue/red transition, and finished with some filters in Photoshop for that 'contemporary look')

-K

Description
It's been over a year since I've touched a print or even thought about my own creative outlet. I've always looked back on what I've done as being thoughtless, or without motive. I don't consider this wrong, just perverse. There have been few times in my life where I have reflected emotionally. Speaking to my wife or family affirms it, as I've been considered by many as deceiving and clear as Russian vodka. It's a hard stereotype to break when there is nothing I could offer in return.

Being selfish and dry is not a life long affirmation. In my life, working hard and peace of mind was paradise. Thoughtfulness, faith, and the constant reactions.

I have absolutely nothing to say. It's a problem that stays with me every single day. I can't articulate when there is a blank wall, which has been like that my whole life, in my youth which I have no memory, my service in the military, my work with foreign governments, past interests, even my spending habits, they all reveal a novel that never gets past the first awkward introduction.

Who wants to acknowledge something like that? Who would turn away the attention, and I've vowed never again to hold the title of a victim, which to me is a man with no way forward, a pauper with smooth hands and a sad smile.

It's Sora, as in the sky. Imprinted on God knows what, steel and glass, some reflections of how everything stops, everyone stops, when left with the easiest of choices.

I thought after a year it would be nice to revisit some images I've made, make them different, and yet see the same thing. It must have some value to me, as I keep doing them, it just escapes me. At least I hope it's something pretty to look at.

It's fun while it lasts folks!

(about the image, a couple of old prints, some dyes, a digital cam shot of the blue/red transition, and finished with some filters in Photoshop for that 'contemporary look')

-K