Sleep Report: Up at five, but it's o.k. I went to bed at ten and slept pretty well most of the night. Nothing seemed to be haunting or troubling me. But I woke to lighting and thunder. It is, if those liars at the Weather Channel are to be trusted, going to be a rainy day with more moderate temperatures. What shall I do?
I never know anymore. But I am beginning to be desirous again. Oh, stop it. Graphically. Quit. I want to make some images. Maybe a rainy day would be nice. Maybe it would do. If only this were a town where people carried umbrellas of many colors. Or if I had a playful girl.
Or if I had the guts.
The first image is by David Lee Carlson. Not a photographer I know anything about. I just liked the image. The second is by Mark Cohen. When I was a photo student in college, his images swept me away. Remember, there was no internet then, so I was limited to seeing his work in published books in the Fine Arts Library. There was nothing like it anywhere to be found. They were wonderful and troublesome and filled, I believed, with an unwholesome desire. I wanted to emulate them, and sometimes I did. The photo world was much simpler then and you could do things easily that you take your life into your hands to do today. There have been a few, and a few too many who have done it, but never as well as Cohen. I could go all in for doing a little of that today.
Wouldn't that be something?
I told you, I've been feeling desirous again. Art is dangerous and photography is invasive when the emotions are involved. I'm always ready to break some taboo.
If you haven't already guessed.
If you only knew!
But these are dangerous times. People are full of suspicion and hatred. There is a terrible righteousness on both the left and the right. Dumb stupidity has displaced innocence. The vile have come to rule the world.
And Trump is on a mission to cleanse the world of what we once knew as art.
I seem to be climbing on a lot of soap boxes lately. Kind of funny considering none of us have ever seen one.
If you know any young, pretty, fun and foolish girls who want to make pictures, though, send them my way. I know, I know, but I don't really have fun making pictures of guys. They are all like Army Hammer and P. Diddy as far as I can tell. By and large, men are hideous creatures to be avoided. Let them play sports, but please, keep them from dancing. Can you imagine a time when women weren't allowed to act in theater? WTF? It makes one wonder about the Elizabethan Era, doesn't it? We may never really know.
I guess I'd shoot the ladyboys in Thailand. When I had the studio, I tried shooting trans people, but they were all very paranoid and flaked on me when the time came.
I had no idea what I was going to write this morning when I got up at five o'clock, but this certainly wasn't it. Try to write a brief summary of this post if you can. It is beyond me.
Did you listen to the long set of music I posted yesterday? Here's some more that suits a rainy day.
Shalom.
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