Comments on: Spokesman for Myself

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Sat, 26 Nov 2016 00:38:17 +0000

That Pink Floyd song is persistent.

When I was in art school I made a lot of videos — almost to the point of abandoning my still work. I understand how it can become a mess. There are a lot of moving parts in video production if you want to have something simple, elegant and powerful. Not sure what I’ll ultimately do with video. I suppose the truth of the matter is nothing has surfaced requiring video to communicate. And since I don’t possess a native power of speaking or visually compelling appearance I’m working from scratch!

Over the years I’ve come to appreciate how little I see and how I can return over and over again to the same place and it seems unknown. IF, and only if, I’m open to that experience. In a rush that’s hard to achieve…

By: BWB (amateriat)

BWB (amateriat) — Tue, 22 Nov 2016 03:16:11 +0000

“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year.”

Funny how often that song has gently barged in at certain points in my life. That’s not likely to end.

Even though I’ve done the video thing from time to time, my home medium is the still image (and frequently on film, at that). As much energy as it seems to take to make a photograph hinting at some internal truth – or consequence – of my thought process, attempting same via the moving image becomes a mess…unless it’s just me in front of the camera, and I’m not sure how much of me I can stand in that format. Your words and photos transmit a lot, and they’ve yet to bore me.

Running over the same old ground, what have we found?

First in photography, and then on the bicycle, I initially had an aversion to going back to places I’d been before. What would I experience that I hadn’t the first or even second time in a given place? Turns out the answer for me was “a lot.” Playing on the aphorism about not being able to step in the same stream twice, sometimes the road more frequently traveled can offer up a little surprise or two, for the eyes and other senses. As a result, every trip out is at least a little bit interesting, even if all I’m doing is running an errand.

I knew it was a bad idea, but sometimes, I just want what I want. Sometimes, that almost feels like a mantra.

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Sat, 19 Nov 2016 01:05:47 +0000

In reply to Bryce Lee. No voices yet. But some unwanted drives and desires. Not really the same though. I am living in interesting times!

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Sat, 19 Nov 2016 00:46:21 +0000

In reply to charlie6.

Perhaps I’m using “oblivion” as a metaphor of escaping the shackles of responsibility. I just want to be free and unencumbered by the adult things required… It’s not about forgetting or being forgotten though.

By: Steve Williams

Steve Williams — Sat, 19 Nov 2016 00:43:57 +0000

In reply to K hickok.

You’re right about the opposite of mindful having advantages. That freewheeling state is a good place for me to — sometimes. Sometimes. I have to be careful I don’t end up far way not paying attention…

By: Bryce Lee

Bryce Lee — Wed, 16 Nov 2016 17:33:08 +0000

Hmmm better speaking for one’s self rather than
hearing strange voices s telling you to do strange things!
,,,May you live in interesting times!

By: charlie6

charlie6 — Tue, 15 Nov 2016 14:44:14 +0000

Seeking oblivion….to my mind, nothingness? That was what my mind thought was the definition of oblivion…so I looked it up:

Full Definition of oblivion. 1 : the fact or condition of forgetting or having forgotten; especially : the condition of being oblivious. 2 : the condition or state of being forgotten or unknown.

You’re seeking to be forgotten or to forget? You’ll not ever be forgotten by we who read your stuff. If you seek to forget, that’s another story.

By: K hickok

K hickok — Tue, 15 Nov 2016 14:24:26 +0000

At an age when we’re encouraged to be mindful, being the opposite has advantages. My brain can dance around and over and through various ideas. Maybe the content of the dream I had last week will park in front of me. Maybe the location of that missing sock will come by.

Oblivion is the cherry atop the ice cream of the day.