CONTEMPORARY EXPLORER

  TRACKS - It’s been said the only truism about tracks is that if you stand on them too long, you will get run over. Perhaps that’s why we give them respectful curiosity in passing but move on. They like wall renderings are the marks of our lives. The passing we make through it. They are always hard to figure out. We think of the tracks of the great migration of animals in Africa, the random footprint of the per-historic. Maybe they linger in our mind because we don’t exactly have our life planned out. The tracks we want to follow...

  I pass there once in a while, the blank plaque on the wall. It always dug up my old dreams. I never give much mind to who had the shop/office before, it’s all about my dreams. How I yearned to have a gallery where people would come to see my and other artists work. Just a small place where art talk filled the air. How it would build a following, the decor richer with time.  I even had names for it, or perhaps just my name. Time though took me in other directions. I found success, but the dreams never left…

  He paused thinking something could be made of this place. He reached in his pocket. There was nothing, but the dreams he walked away with…

Loneliness is at an all time high. The APA (American Psychiatric Association) reported over 30% of adults feel lonely. Malls are one place people go to escape loneliness, but often don’t find it there. You can be with hundreds of others in a modern mall and still feel alone, they lack opportunity for social interaction. Even leaving with an arm full of new purchases can still leave your soul empty for the experience.  Diane Ionescu in her article “The Mall is Dead - Long Live the Mall” points out this is far from the original thinking of how malls should be when they first appeared in the 1950’s. The original designer of malls, Victor Gruen envisioned the mall as a recreation of a European village with a roof. A place to shop, find services and socialize. As malls prospered and grew, space became too valuable to allow room for socializing. When these over commercialized malls suffered big box store failures, they became dying or dead malls. There was noting left to draw people. Now...

  My camera is always drawn by small towns, the buildings and people left behind. Places like Plugs Tires. I don’t know what fully attracts me to them. I can hear them speak to me though. Having grown up in a small town and then moving on. Wondering always what it might be like if I stayed behind. These places are more than just commas and spaces in the paragraphs of life, they partly define you no matter where your travels take you. Maybe it’s because I have always been a loner that old now empty buildings make me pause. Even with camera finding a beauty in these places, I am careful not to find myself left behind….

  Maybe it was the many years that moved along, but Frank had learned the art to stopping. Taking a few moments to observe the passing of life. A sense of vulnerability causing him to be more introspective of what he saw. Frank found the Simon Mall a great place for people watching. Sculptures of circles hung from high ceilings adding high style and class. The chairs in the center areas comfortable. He enjoyed them more in these later years. Kiosks lined the walkways spicing up the offering of brand stores.  One day, Frank sat in his usual chair. Mall walkers passing by in each direction, except for one where a kiosk blocked full view. On the other side he spotted an Indian looking man, slight of build, dressed in earthy colors, neatly worn, shirt buttoned.  He looked the part of a dedicated office or backroom store worker. You imagine things, about people. Frank thought, he did not look like someone who went to the bar with others after work or played in the company golf...

  Finding art is the suburbs is hard. Burb bashing is a popular sport. They push nature aside, leaving sprawl in their wake. They all start out unique, but end up the same. People complain that the only culture found in these places are malls, gas stations, and chain restaurants. It's a car centric life that can lead to loneliness and isolation, Gone are community spirit replaced by conformity and monotony.  Still It is this sameness that can lead to deeper dives into self and awareness for the unique. The rare different site or pattern that stands out or the imagined thought leading to artful finds. Finding art in the burbs is hard, but you can find it,  and more importantly yourself…

  "Life is full of different things that we are constantly trying to connect to make sense of it all...."  Arturo Herrera ART 21 Magazine

  They say that when you begin to see the end of your life, you pause pulling together what you have left. Trying to hang on, to be open for renewal, to get one more chance to live vibrantly.  You can see this with malls who have seen their best years, ones on the way to being dead malls. The growing number of store fronts shuttered, halls empty. The mall tries to keep things alive, image and all.  A quiet descends on these dying malls, the chatter of roaming shoppers now stilled. The only noise the sweeping of the floors.

  Not sure you would classify all the roadways of the South as “blue highways,” but so many meet the definition of less traveled. Roads made charming by forest and beautiful farms. All the time curving their way between. They branch out from the cities to small towns and an uncountable number of even smaller places, just names on a map. Names like Anvil Rock, Red Hill, Bethune, Buffalo Lick, White Buff, Liberty Hill, and Stoneboro. Most turn out to just be wide spots in the road, but they pull at your curiosity and imagination. You only find a paragraph or two about these places and images are even harder to understand. So you get in your car and go searching. The Bible even talks about “broad places” along a path where people stopped and sought refuge from straits of various kind. After you have driven the long miles it takes to get to these wide spots, you begin to understand.  Still you always find something of interest, a picturesque building or open field, the end of a ra...

Among the row of small retail fronts, it only seemed to distinguish itself by being closest to a major store, but seemingly unnoticed. Shoppers passed by barely giving it a glance. The only activity was the wandering back and forth of the retail clerk. A tall dark haired woman who looked like she didn’t know how she got there. They say retail is plagued by the agony of monotony. Where one moment drags into another, the only excitement when the next week's schedule appeared. The job did not stretch the brain or offer any degree of decision making. The customer was always right. You were just filling a time slot. I gazed upon it all from a comfortable seat in the middle of the mall aisle. I liked the mall most for its seats. Perhaps I kept looking at the store mostly for the oddity of its name, FIELDS. , the period puzzled me. Its meaning and origin far more interesting than the bland stock the store seemed to carry. I googled the store name and got the idea. They hinged their hopes ...

  I always strived to approach painting with my camera. Capturing and making a scene as artistic as possible. Wander with my camera I did to this end. Recently I read “The History of Painting and Photography” by Kila Villena in the LOMOGRAPHY  Magazine. It’s an excellent article on how photography has danced between the issues of trying to be painting like vs realistic, to even the long debated question of is it art at all? The LOMOGRAPHY movement has stretched the discussion. You can use their lo-fi cameras and special film to produce very artful results right from the camera. You start to prize the seemingly out of focus shot and light leaks running every which way. Images it takes a page of words to explain or interpret. But overtime, you can get overwhelmed. The prints falling like heavy weights on you. Suddenly, your thoughts change about photography. You find yourself longing for the purity of a photo image. One that captures the image as it is, creating an emotion or me...

A small deserted building on Tryon doesn’t seem like much, until you stop for a moment. Tryon Street runs through the heart of Charlotte. Once known as the “Indian Trading Path” linking the Catawba Indian Nation to the Iroquois 800 miles to the north. Later it became a key artery of commerce known as the “Great Wagon Road.” It was named after Col. William Tryon, the Royal Governor of North Carolina in the 1700’s. Little has changed regarding the importance of the road to Charlotte, except how quickly you come upon the city core from the south. Giant buildings rapidly stepping ever south with legs of steel and glass, crushing the old along the way, or simply leaping over areas still fighting for their existence like the belt of low income housing. It is rare to find a building left behind in all this, but once in a while you come upon one such as 342 South Tryon. A small garage long closed. The owners name faded away. Still the building causes you to pause, it wears the beauty marks...

 

  “Your hands learn to do things it would take you a whole day to write about,” Jessica Stockholder - Play ART 21 Perhaps this is the draw to doing craft. You hands want to express themselves and lead the learning from the experience. I have never been very skilled in the craft area, but still enjoy doing it. It can be frustrating even when you create something of note. Where do you place it, how can you ever photograph it? There is a certain impermanence to it.  Still it’s worth the effort. Sometimes you find an object that urges you to bring forward the beauty. Your hands use tools to make marks. Your memory full of other things you have collected to tie it together. Other times, you might be in an art store and see thread or sticks crying out to be combined with the scraps and tears from other art work.  It all feeds the imagination of the mind. The hands though are what make it all happen. The hands you learn from.

  What possibly could you learn about life from an abstract painter? If the artists name is Amy Sillman, the answer is quite a bit. The very concept of abstract is confusing to many. Abstract art does not attempt to represent an accurate depiction of visual reality. Some like the way it springs from nothing. Others dislike it for the same reasons.  Amy Sillman in her video “To Abstract” in Art 21 discusses the process of making abstract paintings. Along the way, she touches on techniques, philosophy, and ways to turn abstract into a successful work of art. Valuable pointers that can help in finding success beyond art in life and business. Stillman notes it’s the “not knowing” that draws one to abstract art. You are alone with the canvas. The skills and tools gained through time your only resources. It tests your very being. You have to trust yourself in this free space. There is no easy route from a to b, you have to discover it. You struggle to move ahead learning that the ne...

  There is certain drama about corners. You never know what’s around the next one. Perhaps this is what adds to their enigma. The word itself surrounded by different meanings ranging from the act of cornering someone to a remote part of the world.  It is our relationship to corners on the street that we encounter the most. Usually these are quick interludes, a fast rounding. Perhaps best when you don’t have all views of the situation. It is rare to see a person occupying a corner, leaning against it or even sitting in a chair. Their positioning key to avoid the constant knocks or interludes of another passerby.  There are rewards for these brave ones. Seeing three sides of the world gives you a feeling of control. It’s an uneasy one though. You still have to be on guard, wary of that the street might throw at you. Still the most successful of these corner sitters can wait for the city to decaffeinate before tackling the day or next corner.. 

We sometimes forget what art really is and what it can do for us.  Recently, much has been written about the photographer Vivian Maier, including a documentary. Still her legacy remain enigmatic. The meaning of her art a mystery. The unique story of her life often eclipsing her accomplishments.  Maier worked her entire life as a nanny in NYC and Chicago in the 1940’s and 50’s. She lived a very private life. Few knew she spent all her spare time wandering city streets with her Rolleiflex taking thousands of rolls of film. Lacking the funds and access to a darkroom, much of her work remained in a locker room only discovered after her death. Boxes of her work were purchased in a blind auction by John Maloof in 2007. Discovering the quality, he has made it a personal effort to exhibit and promote Maier. You can draw many thoughts about her work. Some think it best captures ordinary life, sometimes at the cost of the drama of the street. Others point to the richness of her comp...

  The rideshare industry can provide valuable gig income. Before you choose this path though, there are many things you should consider, not the least of which is insurance coverage. Often debated is whether rideshare gigs really make any bottom line income. The wear and tear on cars can eat profits. Less talked about is the quandary of protecting yourself with the right insurance. To the rideshare industry’s credit, protections for drivers via liability insurance coverage has made good strides. But there are pitfalls and risks that remain.  You will to be sued individually along with the rideshare company in an at fault accident. Especially ones that injure passengers or third parties. Since you are holding yourself out as a professional driver, you will be held to a higher standard than the average driver, increasing your financial risk. Your personal auto insurance does not cover you, it ends when you log into the rideshare company platform. The only protection you have is ...