I am new to the art show scene; hadn't even attended many until I started to think that they may be part of my future. Like any show they are a lot of work and success in a competitive environment with an unpredictable clientele is a moving target. But there is a collective energy, especially at an art festival, because the individual creativity has its own juice. There is comraderie and inspiration. The public doesn't have to buy to appreciate the work, although the artists sure appreciate it.
A friend had told me about MOO. Their ability to print up to 50 different images/designs on even the smallest run of business cards won me over. The cards I ordered were a huge hit and I probably gave out over 200 of them. So since I put this new website address on the cards I thought that I had better launch it and start blogging about these images and the travels that brought us together.
This rear bumper of a Galaxie 500 is a good example of the collection that I presented at the Wimberley Arts Fest. It was perhaps the most often commented upon and in fact was the first sale. The enthusiasm for this series of metal prints of mostly derelict cars and trucks scattered across America was gratifying and I am still hoping to land a couple more sales. The size and punch of many of these images will dominate a wall, if not the room, and that doesn't come cheap.
Last summer I drove fifteen thousand miles and shot an equal number of images, but this one was from an earlier time and taken just five miles from home. Back in the day my Dad temporarily broke ranks from the GM family, don't know why, but he bought my Mom a Ford Galaxie 500. Maybe it was the bland gray blue paint job or that it was a four door sedan, but I never did like it. This tail light is the highlight of the vehicle to my eye. Perhaps if I had used the brakes more on my Mom's 500, I wouldn't have crashed it. And as if it was meant to be, her next car was a Cougar XR7 GT with the 390 motor. She didn't like it but I sure did! I laugh now that the tires only lasted 9000 miles and dad was going to go after Firestone. He never did buy their tires again.
So when folks ask why I don't shoot the whole car I tell them that even if the whole car is still there, the details tell the story.
All Journeys begin with hope; how they resolve is another matter.
exploring back roads
through forgotten places
seemingly empty spaces
capturing the heartland
You cannot depend on your eyes
The Long and Winding Road
Paul McCartney, from an interview in 1994, talking about writing this song, "I like writing sad stories, it's a good bag to get into because you can actually acknowledge some deeper feelings of your own and put them in it. It's a good vehicle, it saves having to go to a psychiatrist."
CamraCarma metal prints are bold; wall displays of a size, to command the space and maybe hijack the conversation.
Everyone has a car story.
May your trails be crooked, winding, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.