Comment on Where Do the Children Play?
I shudder@the silent screams in this stark img of helplessness/hopelessness. Wayworn shipping pallets, teetering, feeble efforts to resurrect themselves to be the beings they once had been--tall, glorious, arms branching to all corners of the heavens, providing winged wanderers a warm elbow to rest their nests, offering their very nuts to any squirrelly chipmunk with empty cheeks & extending a lofty limb to the playful child who's swiped a rope+tire from their neighbor. Weeping, willowed, wasted - samdtang
Comment on Upon Further Reflection
The key ingredient in every true artisan is, first & foremost: "art"...almost "artist"--but not quite. Using crude approximations to paint & pigment to lace his life's work with mock creativity, he resorts to B&W in a world of technicolor peacocks, abhorrent blur & glaring overexposure of both background & model to shock & confound. Unlike "Team," the selfish artist wannabe knows there is no "artisan" sans "I"--or "san" for that matter--a corporate bushman's void polaroid. - samdtang
Thank you, samdtang. Finally, someone who really gets my work.
