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- Chromadispersion Interplay of light and color
- Chromalexicon Unearthing the panarchy, ecology, and biogeography of the arts
- Chromalingual Joys of colorful language
- Chromaphilia Art is an act of self reclamation – paintings
- Chromapoesy Apophenia and creativity in poetry
- Chromasymphonic Music nuanced with color
- Chromatoids Art toys


How did it feel to see those images again almost 30 years later? I wonder.. // Peter.
What struck me most is how so much of what I want to say in art hasn’t changed. When I was given my first camera (a Polaroid) I took lots of these types of pictures (out of focus, full of liminal spaces, and odd compositions). Everyone I showed them to kept telling me how to use the focus button and I argued that I INTENDED the pictures to be out of focus, that I was communicating something by making them that way. This got me lots of strange looks so in that way little has changed
. The other thing that strikes me about these is how much I was myself then (this will sound bizarre but I’ve felt like ‘me’ since I was about 2). I went to first grade at 3. I was precocious but developmentally how is it possible I had such a clear sense of identity? Sorry for the long reply but you asked the question that I found myself asking as I reworked these photos all those years later.
beatifically captured and recaptured, two cool. I’m just glad your sense of the camera as a paintbrush survives, thrives.
Thank you, and for all your kind words around my rarely visited art blogs.