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love is all around
This will be ongoing, but it came to me last week, just in time for VD. How utterly ironic. But these are reminders that love IS all around, not only romantic love. You just have to look with your heart.
As the anniversary of my son's death looms, this mother with her darling little boy was very sweet to me. Some things you never get over.
Back from New Orleans. One of the more interesting things we did was to go on a boat tour of the swamps outside of New Orleans.
mi fermo, bevo e poi continuo ancora
la notte invita, il ritmo avanza
le giovani ragazze già non vedon l’ora
di confonder le passioni con la danza
città magica di jazz e di follia
vorrei nascerci e mai staccarmi
quel sax suona come fosse poesia
sensazioni che nessun potrà mai darmi.
Pubblicato da ro47moon il 4 dicembre 2007
I stopped, i drink and then continuous still
the night calls, the pace moves on,
the young girls already full but not the time
of confonder passions with the dance
magic city jazz and madness
i nascerci and never get unstuck
that sax sounds as if it were poetry
sensations that no can ever give me.
Published by ro47moon the December 4, 2007 .......
ok no surprises, check the blurb set and see the images in both books.
i might have to do this one again w/ more photos, just wanted to see if they looked good, sonny says yes, wants more photos.
a page from "a look back at the past"
images only on one side of the page...
21 b&w and color 35mm images from the Vieux Carre 1984
here is a link to the page, that you can look at a pdf, of the first pages,
New Orleans 1984 a look back at the ... By Jeffrey Lamb Book Preview
48" x 50" monotype collage, mixed media on Arches 88 paper mounted on wood, 2009 Private Collection California
The creation of this piece and a few others were an attempt to somehow process and decipher the complex familial, societal and political bearers of racist points of view and the lack of empathy many humans fail to possess. I found the political posturing and recent elections of 2009 have brought greater tension within our country and even my own family. Here I choose to depict a man who by his own birth and heritage he would be held as different. The printed collage elements were created from common plants and weeds from neighborhood and trash from the street. I choose and manipulated such materials for their duality as beautiful and symbolic. I wanted to capture a portrait-like or stoic feel of a figure who is also thrust or tangled within his own environment. As a resident of of the deep south or a region especially mistrustful or judgmental of race. I have had a difficult year grasping such deep-rooted hatred, and lack of respect for humanity or one's fellow citizens. The only thing that I can say on a positive note is that my secondary student's seem to embody greater acceptance and harmony within mixed race environments. I am encouraged by our younger citizens and hope that somehow they can move understanding and acceptance beyond the ugliness of judgment.
This favorite spot of Hemingway, Faulkner and Tennessee Williams’ sits inside the opulent Hotel Monteleone and plays a nasty trick on its drinking clientele: it spins.
spring has sprung !
A glorious day. Went to NOMA and saw Degas' Little Dancer (on loan). So beautiful. And I was moved to tears by the work of Josephine Sacabo, also on exhibit. If I could produce just one photograph like hers, nothing else would matter. Ever.