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Archive for March, 2012

woman with scarf

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woman with scarf


I do not often show my work with people, tho I have done alot of figurative work in the past. I am wishing to change that now, and work as much as possible with people during the coming year. Somehow, without slowing down on my other work, series, I will be looking for people to put in front of my camera. I need the variety, the change in subject, the collaboration. Since opening that horizon to myself, I am now flowing with ideas for new work with people.

This image was made some time ago…a quiet afternoon stroll along a winter lake. A lovely friend, a beautiful mood.

Written by Ken Smith

March 29th, 2012 at 3:49 pm

Posted in Landscape,People

weeds at dusk

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weeds at dusk


A strange thing about art. It can be raining and blowing a torrent outside like it is now, and one can go thru his past work and find an image. By looking at the image, I can remember the evening I approached this gaggle of sagebrush and weeds. I was not looking for anything special, but something was there in front of me, as tho it had urged me to look. The evening was silent, and I had come out there to be alone, but with nature. I looked thru the viewfinder to see this one beautiful desolate leafless branch like a black pen and ink among the autumn background. The evening light was inadequate for making pictures, but by bracing the camera just so, slowly making exposures with the lens aperture wide open, I thought at least one might fall in that nether time when there was no shake of hand or shutter.

Later, the image was beautiful, but it was too close to the time I shot it. I could not appreciate it, like looking at someone I was always close to. But now apart from it, as the the wind blows rain against the skylight, this serene image made on a windless, almost lightless evening, seems very special. That’s what it is about art. It removes you from your present, and represents a different time, a remembered place, a rarely felt feeling. Art is altered consciousness.

Written by Ken Smith

March 29th, 2012 at 3:03 pm

Posted in Flora,Landscape

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