circa 2005
Before the camera, artists crawled the cobblestone streets of their village searching for an image to capture. With sketchbook and charcoal in hand, they let their eyes guide them up steep hills and through thick shrubs. Their will to continue was fueled by visions of secret landscapes as virgin as the empty sheets they carried.
Unlike the hours of sketching, contouring and shading of the early days, we are able to capture observations instantly. The digital camera has replaced the wobbly easel, oily paints and cumbersome canvas and has given a skill once honed through years of practice to anyone willing to stop and shoot.
As Lancer Dancers prance, an artist observes from the background.
Trippy shapes formed by their shadows – I envision if one dragged the shadows closer to each other and it would look like an Escher drawing.
As Lancer Dancers prance, a jew jew bean observes from his desktop.