Candid Expressions

Geometric Design

2011-03-02T19:38:00.000-07:00

These three designes were the product of a doodle session. My wife is wanting to redo our bedroom and I thought why not do the art work myself rather than paying lots of dollars to have someone else do it. One of the designs I have started to digitally paint with the colors (or close to the colors) we will be doing our bedroom in. It has been fun so far. I will continue to share as the pieces continue to evolve.

Swatch of black velvet and an old fashioned coke bottle

2011-01-17T21:33:00.000-07:00

I am learning a little more about photography and some of the tricks of the trade. I shot about 135 photos of these flowers. I have learned that the best light for shooting florals is natural light. The same could be said of any subject, natural light is the best. However, when I shot these photos, I was in my basement at about 8 pm and there was no natural light available. Instead, I had the light in another part of the room on, a back drop of black velvet and an old fashioned coke bottle to work with. Below are two of the results of that photo shoot.

Transformed children's board book

2011-01-15T20:52:00.002-07:00

This past week I decided to try a new project for the anniversary of my son Tucker and daughter-in-law, Michelle. I bought an old children's board book from a second hand store and re-purposed it into this little book for them as they celebrate their 3rd anniversary. The photos are shots I took and I tried my hand at writing the text as well. I learned a lot during the process and will do things a little differently next time around. I think, even with all its flaws, it has a charm and appeal to it. I get a sense of it being an old and well loved book that has been handled a great deal.

Stacked Flower #1

2010-01-03T16:57:00.001-07:00

This was my first attempt of "stacking" a photograph. I used four different sizes of the same shot to make this stack. I made the largest photo black and white. For the 2nd layer, I added in a little color. The 3rd layer has more color added. The center of the stack is the original photograph. It creates an interesting affect. I want to continue playing with this process using other subjects.

Swimmer's Collage

2009-10-14T18:57:00.002-06:00

This collage is of my grandson. He loves the water, nothing about water scares him. I painted the canvas with my interpretation of water. I printed the photographs on tracing paper and then cut the larger two out with scissors (I didn't have an exacto knife). I glued them on the canvas with spray adhesive. To finish this piece I sprayed a matte finishing coat over the entire canvas and framed it with a simple black frame. I especially love the affect of the cut out images. He seems to be coming out of the water.

2009-03-16T20:14:00.004-06:00

I snapped this shot at Busua Beach in Ghana Africa without realizing the story that was captured by the image. It has been a little over a year since we were on the continent of Africa and this photograph still moves me. I am currently, and have been for a year, working on a book that incorporates several of my photographs and my journal entries from our trip to Ghana. Hopefully I will find the time and the inspiration to complete it this year.

2009-03-16T19:39:00.004-06:00

This is a photo collage I did for my granddaughter's 4th birthday this year. I used canvas, paint, fabric, one of my favorite photos of her and scrapebooking stickers. I didn't know if she would appreciate it, but when my wife dropped by to see our daughter and the kids, Eden grabbed her and said "Grandma, come see my Eden", and pulled her to the piano to see the picture placed there. I think she likes it.

Evening in the Hospital

2009-03-16T18:01:00.002-06:00

(I wrote this a few months ago while sitting in my wife's hospital room)

I sit besides my wife’s bedside and listen to her quiet breathing harmonized with the beeping cacophony of hospital equipment. I can’t begin to imagine what she must feel after having two surgeries within four days. It began with a visible lump on her throat noticed by an acquaintance. Feeling no pain, the sense of urgency for an examination was absent. After a conversation with her sister, my wife set up the appointment with our family physician to examine her throat. This examination led to a biopsy and ultrasound and the discovery of atypical follicular cell growth on my wife’s thyroid. Further discussions with our ear, nose and throat specialist sent us to St. Lukes Regional Medical Center for, what we thought was our first and hoped for last, surgery. On Tuesday 10.21.08 our doctor performed a partial thyroidectomy, removing the isthmus and right side of the thyroid. The largest growth, the biopsied mass, was located on the isthmus and was the focus of our attention. The right side was dotted with five additional masses. These small growths, thought to be insignificant, changed our focus entirely. The phone call with the diagnosis of papillary carcinoma was unexpected, throwing us into a whirlwind of incredulity. The second surgery was quickly scheduled to remove the remainder of my wife’s thyroid, three days after the first. This combined with the new diagnosis of cancer was an emotional torpedo shattering our fragile sense of well being. Now, I sit at my wife’s bedside, listening to her gentle breathing in harmony with the cacophony of beeping monitors.

Neither one of us slept very well last night. Restlessness plagued us relentlessly through the dark, waking one or both of us every couple hours. My thoughts always ran to my wife and what she might be feeling as she tossed and turned. I want what anyone would want when someone they love is faced with the spectre of illness. I want to remove the worry, the fear, the pain, all discomfort . I tossed and turned with her. My own private worries and fears surged through my mind and body fed by the unknown. My mind clutched the worst scenarios and enlarged them. The fatalist in me was rising and I needed to smother him.

I need to be the strong one. The one to comfort. The one to be patient. The one to serve. The one to unconditionally love and support. As I hold her hand and carress her fingers in the dark of the quiet room, I feel my love for her blossom. The nurse said, “What a nice guy”, when I spooned a single ice chip into her parched mouth. I am doing only what any husband would do for his best friend and eternal companion. I will spoon ice chips and hold her hand, rub her feet and adjust her blankets. I will plump her pillow and help her sit up. I will slide her slippers on her feet and help her to the restroom. I will do whatever needs to be done to bring her what small measure of comfort I can. I know she would do the same for me were our positions changed.

It is simple. I love her. And so, I sit in the darkness of this quiet room listening to her soft even breathing harmonized with the beeping of the monitors, holding her fingers gently in my hand .