It's been a while part two...

Things are finally settling down after the move.  My daughter and I closed on the house on June 28th and it has been non stop since!  Below are images of the home and while most of the 1st floor is done we still have painting to do in the foyer and stairwell.  I've also started work on the basement as you can see below.  A quick wall deciding my work room from the game room.   At the same time I required a small studio at 333 Midland which is about 8 minutes away.  Will be doing my painting work there.  It's good to be back in Detroit and its even better to be actively producing art again.

Living room

Puppies corner.

Dinging room turned library

Kitchen nook

Kitchen

Workroom in progress

And the studio:

My Figure Study Project - Kristin

While in art school which was a study at home thing through the Art Academy University I was struck by how poor the images were that we were supposed to use for our painting and drawing regarding the human figure.  Having access to models and a studio in my home I constructed a giant rotating table on which I would have models pose in 8 different positions each.  As I photographed them I would turn the table ultimately photographing a 360 degree view of each pose.  I then created a DVD of each and sold them as study aids for art students and artists all over the world. 

Kristin 4 Poses

My Blue Jean Jacket

Between 2006 and 2010 at the end of every modeling shoot I would ask the model if she wanted to participate in this project called "My Blue Jean Jacket".  Most said yes, my only rule was that they were the ones to select what they wore under my jacket.  I have 24 models from 6 different countries in what eventually became a book.  Below is a link to Amazon.com where the book can be purchased and below that is an image from each of the photo shoots. 

Purchase the book here:
https://www.amazon.com/Blue-Jean-Jacket-Karl-Denton/dp/055731867X/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1470763923&sr=8-6&keywords=My+Blue+Jean+Jacket

And selected images in no particular order: 

As an artist...

... it is our responsibility to portray and capture what the real world is like, not just to re-create it by duplication of other art!

Right now we live in an era that will define the entire world for the next thousand years. So the way I see it our descendents can either "see" the truth in what we create or they can read the lies that are told to the masses by the government(s) and press!

And when I say "we" I mean the entire world the things happening now are not only happening to the US but the entire world!

Notable events, articles and publications

Listings in the Marquis Who's Who publications

Who's Who In Finance and Industry - 2000-2001, 31st Edition (pub. 1999)
Who's Who in America - 2002, 56th Edition (pub. 2001)
Who's Who in the Midwest - 1992-1993, 23rd Edition (pub. 1992)
Who's Who in the Midwest - 1990-1991, 22nd Edition (pub. 1989)
Who's Who in the World - 2004, 21st Edition (pub. 2003)
Who's Who in the World - 2000, 17th Edition (pub. 1999)
Who's Who in the World - 1993-1994, 11th Edition (pub. 1992)
Who's Who in the World - 1991-1992, 10th Edition (pub. 1990)
Who's Who of Emerging Leaders in America - 1993-1994, 4th Edition (pub. 1992)
Who's Who of Emerging Leaders in America - 1991-1992, 3rd Edition (pub. 1991)

Papers written by Karl Denton

The ZX-81 Programmers Note Book 1982

The Personal Computer Programmers Note Book 1982

Camera Accessories You Can Make Yourself 1982

The Sound Effects Library (first digital sound effects) 1986

QuickCast and Rapid Tooling: A Case History at Ford Motor Company Feb 1994

Stereolithography: An Approach to Rapid Prototyping 1994

Prototyping Antique Automobile Lenses 1994

Rapid Tooling for Rapid Prototyping 1995

An Introduction to Rapid Prototyping Class Book (Valeo Climate Control, Williams International)

Provided technical descriptions and artwork for a report produced by the US Department of Commerce to determine the Governments role in the development of rapid prototyping.

Provided the data for the 96 Annual State of the Industry Report Published by SME and Written by Terry Wohlers.

Published various versions and updated forms of the above papers in the following:

1994, 1995 International Conferences on Rapid Prototyping, Dayton OH

1994, 1995, 1996 Rapid Prototyping and Manufacturing Conferences, Dearborn MI

3^rd European Conference on Rapid Prototyping

1994 Solid Free Form Symposium

Rapid Prototyping Resource Guide 1995

Clarence the Clayosaurus – Introduction to Rapid Prototyping for Children 2004

Art featured in the Scarab Clubs Arts Annual Volumes one through four.

Volunteer work and community service

 
5 years reserve police officer for the city of Dearborn Heights,
Volunteer work at St. Marys Church in Milford,
Volunteer work at Country Oaks Middle School (3 years),
Volunteer work at Lakeland High School for sports department, the drama department as well as science and photography lectures,
Lectures at several other schools including the Detroit School of Arts.

Art and Photographic Showings and Notable Events

Portraits – Huron Valley Council for the Arts May 2006

Not Guarded for Cycles – Scarab Club Member Photographic Exhibition June 2007

Visions of Europe and Abstracts from Life – Huron Valley Council for the Arts Fed 2008

From the Mind of Art – Members Gallery solo show, Scarab Club Nov 2008

Mr. Migraine – Gold Medal art showing Scarab Club Dec 2008

Mr. Migraine – Detroit Athletic Club Mar 2008
My First Bronze Sculpture - Scarab Club Gold medal show 2009

Soul Searching and Three Wandering Souls - Damned Show 2011

Painting - Flower, Scarab Clubs Annual Spring Bugs, Blooms, Beasts show 2011

2012 -  The Birth of Man - Detroit Dirty Show 13

             Trapped in Paradise - Damned Show Detroit

Stop looking at me I am more then the sum of my parts, INK Show Detroit 2013

Member portfolio views on Redbubble.com reached 160,000 views Feb 2009, I ceased using Redbubble.com in 2012 because of there continued efforts to sensor artists.

Member portfolio views on One Model Place (OMP.com) reached 50,000 views Jan 2009

Entered as Professional Photographer in the Sony World Photography Contest 4 years running. 

Photographic images of the female form recognized worldwide by both industry and academia.

Oil paintings developing into a separate distinct venue and style, showing determination and impressionism.  Cast bronze/clay/wax sculptures have been recognized as notable despite the inflection of MS. Comments from class instructors at the Art Academy University on my work.

Published Creative Writings

Full texts on karldenton.blogspot.com

Exploring you – 2006

Dangerous curves – 2006

A few words about romance – 2007

The Incredible Shape of Women – 2007

The French Waitress – 2007

The Romanian living in Rome with the Spanish name – 2007

The White Room – 2008 - Includes a set of self portraits in the White room (nudes)

Her name was Ginger – 2008 – dedicated site to this story

What is in a rose – 2008

The Human Male – 2008

NUDE! – 2008

When I paint – 2008

Working with clay – 2008

Whiskey and Crystal – 2008

Time – 2008

The Price of creativity – 2008

Outcasts of Conservatopia – 2008
Book, The Ramblings of a mad mam called creativity - 2011
Book, Whatever is right, it's not right in here - 2011

Neumorous poems and thought provoking entries on karlrdenton.blogspot.com throughout 2012 and 2013.

Web Developments

ToyBuilders.com – Was in Discover Magazine top 100 Brightest Ideas 2001 was sold in 2002

KarlDenton.com – Photography and art-site

YoureSuchaDork.com – Web based social network for the socially impaired

YoureSuchaNerd.com

YoureSuchaGeek.com – and variants point to the above site.

Conservatopia.com – The tale of two who escaped the grip of the conservative social police.

Songs Written by Karl Denton

Mr. Migraine – 2005

The Girl in my Rearview Mirror - 2005

I want to find my happy place – 2005

You can Keep Your Hugs – 2007

To Bad (You’re Married) – 2007

Just a Girl – 2005

Judgmental – 2006

Out of the fog – 2007

The missing days – 2006

Exploring you – 2006

Strip Tease – 2009

My Soul Gets Tired - 2008

Articles about Karl R. Denton

Plastics Technology Magazine January 1994

Computer Aided Engineering April 1994

Team TAPME Review Ford Motor Co. Paper April 1994

Modern Plastics Magazine June 1994

Wards AutoWorld Magazine June 1994

Injection Molding Magazine August 1994

Pro/E Magazine Nov/Dec 1994

User Focus from 3D Systems 1994

Pro/E Magazine Jan/Feb 1995

The Edge 3D Systems Magazine Vol. IV, No2

Various Small article in 1996 in several Plastics Technology Magazines

RP Direct Magazine 1997

Noted in “ModelRailroadData.com” July 2000

Oakland County Business Paper – Aug 2000

What ever you want, New Scientist – Sep 2000

Playthings.com – Sep 2000

E-Crain’s – Sep 2000

New High-Tech E-Commerce site…, Marketwire – Sept 2000

From software to hard model, Starship Modeler Sep 2000

Design your own toys, SME News – Sept 2000

Spielzeug nach MaB  Welt Online - Oct 2000

Hey Doll Face – Red Herring Magazine Oct 2000

ToyBuilders.com – Design Engineering – Nov 2000

Toys Are You, The Gaurdian (UK) Dec 2000

3-D Concepts, Executive Tek Report (IBM) Jan 2001

Toy Machine, Explore Magazine for kids – Apr 2001

Toys ‘R’ You:,  Kidscreen.com - April 2001

Toys 4 U, Computer Graphics World – May 2001

Digital Manufacturing- Rapid Prototyping Journal - 2001

A Re-Industrial Revolution Computer Graphics World – May 2001

ToyBuilders.com sale, Corporate News Net - Jun 2001

Computer, Make me a Pez Dispenser, Los Angeles Times – Sep 2001

Products Produced by Karl R. Denton

Rapid Prototyping and Manufacturing resource Guide

Rapid Prototyping Demos and Utilities CDROM 1996

FigureStudies.net a site devoted to the study of the human form, each pose is a single down load and costs $24.95.

My Blue Jean Jacket – Photographic coffee table book

Ginger Calendar for the years 2009, 2010

Common PEZ interface for making your own PEZ heads

My most notable creation is Shelby, for with out her my life would be an empty meaningless list of dribble on this page...

Just write me a letter

All you have to do is write me a letter,
it will make you feel better,
I know you have adventures to tell me about,
I know that things have not worked out.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
telling me how thing truly are,
I know that things and words have gone to far,
so take a step and feel better.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
and say the things you want,
write about how you miss our talks,
write about our long walks.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
and you know in your heart,
you will start to feel better,
a hand written note that professes to say,
all the things you think about in a single day.

All you have to do is write me a letter,
I will remind you we are more then most,
that our minds think alike,
much like that photograph of "God is a blue bike".

Below is my address,
you know what to say,
I can tell by your visits,
you have something to tell me,
so if you are brave enough,
all you have to do is write me a letter.

email will not do,
all I ask is a hand written note from you,
and because this should be easy,
language does not matter...

Art is the soul of humanity~

Art is soul of humanity,
passed down from the darkest of ages,
it lifts us up as we turn life's pages,
we relate to one another through its messages.

Art is the history of mankind,
before language,
before text,
paintings on cave walls,
told us how we survived.

Art is the making of a statue,
of guardians and angels,
paintings of devils and sin,
that make us look deep within.

Art is the soul of humanity,
without it we are nothing but animals,
life without beauty and desire,
art is life's burning fire.

While I sit in my studio alone in my thoughts,
I wonder if my art will inspire some,
art gives us life in this wonder of a universe,
when all else is stripped away,
there is nothing but the self!

Photographs

Photographs of a couple I once knew
happy loving and true

Photographs of travel and adventure
to places near and far

Photographs of love and desire
of a couple that could not expire

Photographs of a couple I once knew

Photographs that were once of me and you.

I hate that you...

Still influence my art.
are still the  first thing,
I think of when I start my day,
that I am reminded of you,
because of some object in my sight.

I hate that you,
were able to get this deep,
I hate that I was unable to keep,
the way we were before this time,
when we laughed about the effects
of red wine.

I hat that you got so deep!

The Proposal

Our adventure that day had begun in a frantic moment of trying to find the right bus to take us to Pont du Gard, the largest remaining Roman Aqueduct.  Trying to figure out the complicated bus schedule was frustrating at best until Jamie asked a bus driver if he was going in that direction.  His response seemed cryptic based on the puzzled look on Jamie's face.  Though her French was extraordinary he seemed to have a dialect that left her just a bit puzzled.  She motioned me to sit down and proceeded to pay for our tickets.  As the buss pulled out of the station we passed several key locations that every artist knew, the mental institution that Van Gogh had been in was there right in front of us.  We both sat in silence for a few moments pondering the great artist, the area, and the things we were seeing.

It was not long before we were out in the French countryside looking at the endless fields of grapes passing us by.  I have to admit I was surprised at how mountainous it was.  We traveled for what seemed to be about 40 or 50 minutes when we pulled onto a round-a-bout and stopped.  The bus door flung open and the driver pointed out the door down a seemingly endless street and muttered the words "Pont du Gard".  Jamie and I looked out the window, back at each other, then at buss driver who nodded his head and repeated the words "Pont du Gard".  Never shying way from an adventure we picked up what few things we had, my camera bag and exited the buss!  Our destination it seemed rested about two miles down the road so off we headed.  Our walk took us down a road with homes built on the side of a mountain on one side and vast grape fields as far as the eye could see on the other, it seemed as if we were walking in the foot steps of Van Gouh himself.  Despite days of rain early in the week today the sky was clear and as blue as I have ever seen, the colors of the fields, the trees the sky above us we could see how this beautiful place enchanted Van Gogh we could see the colors of life before our eyes!

We eventually found our destination and spent the day exploring every bit of it as we could, it seemed the park was actually closed so the number of people there was much less then on a busy day.  It was truly a sight to see, roman workers scribing there names in stones as big as a car, the engineering that went into this incredible stretch of aqueduct was just astounding.  We explored the monument for hours taking time to ensure that we would also explore each other, a kiss, and a hug as we stood swaying in the breeze small gentile things to let each other know how we felt.  Children playing around us, other couples having pick-nicks and the many other photographers meant that we would have to behave.

As our time here came to a close we both realized we had spent most of the day without food, we took water on all of our adventures but relied on finding local food, as our adventures would unfold.  We began walking back the way we had come in hopes of finding two things, a place to eat and some sort of buss stop to let us know how to get back to Nimes.  One restaurant was all we passed along the two-mile stretch of road and though it slips my memory as to why we cold not eat there.  Our walk back continued until we got to the round-a-bout and stood puzzled for a bit as to where to go.   The round about had three entry ways, the way we came in, the walk to Pont du Gard and the third went over a bridge that lead to a small town, if we could not find the buss stop there we would be spending the night!  Just over the bridge was the very thing we hunted for, and once again trying to decipher the cryptic schedule lead both of us to a brief moment of panic as we either had just missed the last buss or it was about to come.  Several old men sitting on a bench watched us as we looked frantically up and down the street, then with out notice one of them pointed and said something in French at which time Jamie smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, the very last bus back to Niems that day was pulling up behind us!

Even though our day was coming to a close as we caught the last bus back to Nimes our adventure for that day had just begun.  Tired from our days activities and walking we both fell into our seats for the ride back to Nimes discussing what we might want for dinner and our nights activities.  Anytime we traveled we both had the opinion of walking the streets and eating at restaurants that not only appealed in taste but in decor and the people working or owning them.  We looked for restaurants that were different, usually off the beaten path and to this day had never had nothing but fantastic meals.  I guess our reasoning was that if we go off the beaten path we would find restaurants where the owners prepared meals because they loved to cook, not to feed the tourists and simply make a living.
Our return to Nimes was welcome and the sun was just starting to set as we got back to our hotel.  Our room was on the second floor and through our window you could see across the street the last working Roman Coliseum in existence!  The view was extraordinary!  Just below the window was a restaurant that (as most in France do) had plenty of space for an out door cafe.  We would hear patrons at eating and drinking, as we got ready for whatever adventure was next.

The emotions of the day from seeing such beauty had caught up with us, all of our pent up desires while at Pont du Gard were now bursting to be let out, we still had an hour or two before we would head out to dinner, the window was open and a cool breeze would waft through the air once and a while.  Standing in front of the window gazing out at the sun setting over this fantastic city was over whelming.  I held her in my arms and began to caress her face from behind; as we stood there holding each other she could sense my excitement at the simple touch of her.  She turned to me looking up with her endlessly deep eyes and began to kiss me.   The taste of her lips on mine as we stood in that window is with me to this day.  I guided her over to our bed, which it turns out was two twin beds pushed together, which we discovered during our time the night before and ended up on the floor.  Ensuring that kind of moment would not happen again I laid her down and began to slowly remove her clothing.  She trembled slightly as the cool air would rush in through the open window, "can you just close the curtain, leave the window open but just close the curtain" she asked.   Of course I said getting up and walking over to the window.  As I looked back she had already remover her remaining clothing and I stood there gazing at her beauty, I could not look away! She was stunning; her face was flush with not only the excitement of the moment and filled with desire but flush from our wonderful day walking in the South of France.  What clothes I had on I started to remove and she stopped me abruptly, saying, "No, I want to do that".  My desire was always to please her and I could not help but follow her instructions, she was in control of this adventure!

She motioned me to sit on the bed as she got up and stood in front of me nude, any attempt at touching her was refuted though she smiled at every attempt.  As she slowly unbuttoned my shirt she would use her hands and gently touch my shoulders, face, her bare breasts would brush against me causing my skin to react with excitement.  With my shirt now off she sat behind me with her breasts pushing into my back, her hands rubbing my chest, playing with my nipple piercings I could hear her breathing change, I could feel her body heat increasing with every passing second.  She motioned me to lay on my back all the while never stopping her gentle caress.  She quickly removed my pants exposing all of me to her, she spent a great deal of time exploring my body with a soft touch as if to imprint on her mind every goose bump, every hair that she caused to rise and fall.  She was doing to me what I had do to her many times, I knew that her desire was to know my body, to taste it with her fingers.  I laid there letting her touch, feel, the desire to touch her was over whelming I could not stand it any longer!  "Look if you are going to do that I NEED to feel you, I need to touch you!"  I thought to myself "don't deny me the pleasure of sensing and touching your body, you can have mine but I need yours!"  My hands instinctively moved to hold her hips, they held there for a moment, and then moved to cup her face as she looked into my eyes, staring into me as if to be looking into my mind.  I pulled her face closer to mine, gently feeling her lips against mine, refraining from any intense kissing, I simply wanted to use  my lips to feel her face, chin, her nose, letting her twist her head so I cold feel the nape of her neck and her ears.

Neither of us could feel the breeze any longer and we both were now intensely hot, our act of exploration had caused our bodies to rise in temperature such that as she sat up I could see small beads of sweat rolling down her bare breasts collecting at her beautiful nipples.  I pulled her onto me in such a way that I could use my tongue to collect the sweet taste of her and drink her in.  Pulling her even closer to me I no was able to take all of her breasts into my mouth and as I did so she would moan with pleasure, from this point on any touch, any kiss any form of moment between our bodies, we would both moan with pleasure. There was no longer a reason to speak, we used our hands, eyes and bodies to communicate with the only sounds being uttered were tones that had the soul purpose of letting each other know the lever of pleasure we felt.  As we continued to explore each other the lighting in the room took on a surreal mood, I was aware of it but it was as if the only light that mattered was the light that reflected off our bodies, the rest of the room became nonexistent, the open window became nonexistent.

The room filled with the scent of her as we explored each other, her excitement was such that my body was drenched in her, she was drenched in me.  We fulfilled many desires, tasting, touching, kissing, our night of fulfillment continued for an hour until I laid on my back and motioned her to move on top of me, I could not stand it any longer I had to be one with her.  She moves such that I entered her and as she slid down on top of me she let out a moan that I had not heard with such intensity before. She trembled as I progressed deeper into her, until she rested on top of me, she leaned over to lay on top of me kissing me sucking and pulling on my lips with hers.  Our bodies were so tight to the others there was a vacuum between us and when she went to sit back up the reaction pulled her back down on top of me with force. Our bodies truly had become one in that moment.  We proceeded to make love, me thrusting deep inside her and with every stroke her moans had gotten louder, looking up at her I see her back arch and a pleasant scream escapes her mouth and pulses through the air.  We had completely disregarded the open window, the busy cafe down stairs and the level of exquisite noise she and I had been making.

As we continued to make love, continued to explore each other, continued to bring each other to the very brink of sexual madness we both exploded, passionately and intensely satisfying, the desire to continue to please the other was never ending, our night was an explosion of pent up desires that would not end!  As we both began to come back to reality and the room once again appeared I looked up at her smiling a very big smile, she looked at me puzzled and said "what?” "Nothing" I replied, "just enjoying the moment."  She looked toward the window hearing a noise and having gotten a bit closer to reality asked, "what are they clapping about?” "You" I replied, "they are applauding our love making, I guess we had gotten louder then we thought we could” Her moans of pleasure had become a permanent part of the city of Nimes.  There was no doubt whether she had been satisfied, the patrons of the restaurant below our window knew she had been, they knew I had been.
Now embarrassed (a bit) at our show she asked that I close the window while we readied our selves for the night, laughing at our show, relishing in the intensity of it, we once again got dressed and despite having a plan to find a restaurant online wandered out into the city to find a place to nourish our now spent bodies.  Though our day had the perfect weather as we made love in our hotel room the rain once again began to fall, not enough to prevent us from wandering out but just enough to give the night view of Nimes a wonderful glow.  We found our selves walking through the city in search of a restaurant, we had no idea what it would be or what kind of food they would serve that would come when we found it.  Stumbling over the cobblestone streets we found our selves in front of a very small African restaurant that looked quite interesting, through the window we could see an eclectic collection of items that were clearly from Africa.  As Jamie read the menu posted outside we were greeted by an African woman who came out of the restaurant at seeing us linger just outside.  She was pleasant and very out going, Jamie and she talked about the menu and it was decided we would have our dinner there.

Walking into the small structure it was set up so that at best 12 to 16 people could eat at the same time and that would have been a tight fit.  The restaurant was charming, and we quickly knew we had made the correct choice.  Once inside we were introduced to an African male who was just as excited as the female, it seemed that they were the owners and the only two working in the restaurant that night.  We discovered that the female was as artist as well and that some of the items hanging on the wall was by her.  We were asked what our wine choice would be and though they only had a few varieties to choose from they were all from Africa, I suggested we let them decide as they knew the food and what wine would be well suited to bring out the flavor.  Our meal was absolutely fantastic, we sampled various dishes recommended by the owners and each dish was better then the one before.  As we approached our second bottle of wine, the meal, the night and the wine started to catch up with us as we laughed and reminisced about the days adventures, all of them.  After paying the bill and leaving a well deserved tip for these folks we started our journey back to the hotel though having not paid much attention the way we got there getting home it would seem to be an adventure as well.
We wandered through the streets of Niems laughing and stopping frequently to soak in the crisp night air and each other and it was apparent that the wine had gone to Jamie's head as we both stumbled over the cobblestone streets and each other.  At one point I stopped, turned around to blurted the following: "Ok mam I am sorry but we are going to have to give you a sobriety test here, it seems you may have had a bit to much to drink the way you are walking." I continued with "can you please walk a straight line, here follow this line for me” laughing as the words exited my mouth.  She tried her best to walk the line I had shown her, tipping one way then the other when in an instant she ended up on her bottom looking up at  me laughing at her inability to walk.  "Wait that was not fair" she blurted as I picked her up from the ground.  "Its wet and I slipped” let me have a do over officer" she stated.  After a moment of sitting and snuggling in the now very chilly air I said, "ok once again but you must pass this time or punishment will be swift” She laughed at my comment and proceeded to make another attempt at walking a straight line.  Though she was able to walk, it was far from straight though at least this time she maintained an upright stance.  We laughed at our game and continued our walk back to the hotel.  We found our selves walking next to the coliseum, which meant our hotel was just around the corner.  

Without warning and with all the force she could muster she pushed me in a dark corner next to one of the pillars of this magnificent structure.  We stood for several moments embracing each other kissing with all the passion we could under a now clear night sky.  We laughed as a group of young girls passed us, looking intently as we kissed and gazed into each other’s eyes.  Then she stepped back from me, a long stare into my eyes and proceeded to kneel there in front of me.  Holding my hands for stability her eyes lit by the night moon of Nimes, they were glowing with an inner beauty rarely seen in anyone.  The noise that surrounded us was gone, people walking in the streets were gone, the same feeling I had in our hotel room had returned, the world no longer existed just she kneeling in front of me and me looking down at her beautiful face.   "Will you marry me?" she said, as I helped her back to her feet I held her close and said "Any second of any day I would marry you!” we held each other in a tight embrace as we made our way back to our hotel room, feeling even more passion and desire for each other then ever.  Our day’s adventures ended in a loving tight embrace and the echoes of applause played our heads as we drifted to sleep in each others arms.

 

Standing in the window in studio 3

I climbed up on top of the old radiator and into the window sill of one of the windows at Studio 3 while talking on the phone with you, I some how figured it made us closer thinking we were both some how connected to the sky, the stars then each other.  We got around the frustration of dropped calls… hate the phone on a train thing, just hate it.  Regardless we got through it, one spoke the other listened, interrupted only on occasion because of someone walking past while you were standing in the narrow hallway.

Your words fill my mind, your sounds fill my heart, and you fill my every desire as we speak.  We talked about your day and then some more intimate and very satisfying things. Those little things we like to do to each other, whenever we meet again.

Standing in the window of Studio 3 I watch as people walk into the DIA unsuspecting of the conversation unfolding just 3 stories above their heads, with your deep breaths you reveal to me your desire, your feelings, your passion. “I want you” is blurted out, “I want you too” is my response.  Here it is six hours after that call ended and I still want you, still feel the passion and desire in me to take you.  It never subsides for me.  It just builds until we have the next conversation, the next time I hear I want you.  I want you, three very powerful words when two people are standing in front of each other and can act on them, even more powerful words when two people are thousands of miles apart, “I want you”!  I feel me inside you, I feel you inside me, I feel every stroke we make and from the look on your eyebrows so do you,  

I want you… three very powerful words standing nude in front of each other, even more powerful thousands of miles apart.

We tell each other “those words”; I love you, three very powerful words to be sure.  I never say them lightly, I don’t offer those words to very many people, certainly not the way my life has gone anyway, some throw them around as casually as a “hello” or “nice to see you”, I don’t, I say them only to people I do love, three powerful words.  I want you, I love you, is there a difference?  I guess it would be only minimal, given whom we are and that we are the same.  I want to make love to you in every possible way; I want you in every possible way.  Not sure… but I want you, I have wanted you for sometime.  We have an open and very much needed intimate relationship for two people who both fight the enemy “loneliness”.  But I want more of you, I want all of you, I want to be able to say to you “I want you” right here and now and you able to respond right here and now.  I want you to know that I want you, I desire you and I need to feel you in so many ways, for so many lengths of time. 

I want you… 
I love you…

The space where the color changes in your eyes.

The space where the color changes in your eyes.

You said your eyes were hazel and to be honest I saw brown, light brown, but brown. While working on one of your photographs I was quite surprised to find that there are two colors in your eyes. Two colors separated by a tiny sliver of area where the two are a mix and this tiny area is what I found to be incredible.



Before I tell you about this sliver of discovery I’ll note the colors of your eyes starting out at the very edge is a narrow band of light green, closer to the pupil is light brown I mentioned and when you look at your eyes from a distance they do have the appearance of being one unified color, one we call “hazel”. Like I said I was a bit stunned when working on your images to find your eyes are actually two colors and they have this sliver of mix between them.



Here is the incredible part…



This slim area of mix, the area where these two colors come together and blend this is the area I find most fascinating, because as I have told you before when I photograph, I see who people are. Packed in the area, this slim little slice of blended color in your eyes is where all of your incredible energy, creativity, all the random thoughts you have, this is where your passion and intense longings come from.



You told me during our first shoot that you were not doing what you were meant to do, and having taken a peak inside this tiny sliver of color in your eyes you are right. Before taking a peak inside this area of blended color I told you that there was and explosion of creativity waiting to be let out of you and I was right about that as well.



So here I am looking into the eyes of a person who has for a very long time, for some odd reason, had some effect on me that I have not been able to explain. We drift in and out of each others lives and every few years say “hello”. And after so many you would think the intense nervous “thing” would have subsided, we are after all just people. Looking at that incredible sliver of color change I discovered some possible answers. For one, finally having discovered this area I’ve been able to see who you are and am so intrigued by your desire to be free of the bounds of the “daily life in a box”, second I have discovered things that even she knows, though subconsciously and will only be truly known to her once she decides to step out of that box.



For having looked into this sliver of blended color in your eyes, I discovered that I like you, that I always have and that attraction will be around for a while because every time I open a new image to work on I still get the nervous feeling, looking into that sliver of blended color. I have always been and will continue to be the quiet one, the shy guy who would prefer to step back rather then see conflict. Given I have MS I have no choice, given we all have bad timing all I can do is admire you the way I have, given the lives we live, all I can do is peer into the sliver of blended color in your eyes and enjoy who you really are…



Note: I wrote this to a friend I photographed in 09, pressure from people around her forced her to actually be embarrassed regarding her images and instead of standing up for herself she crawled deeper into her “life box”. The images were some of the most beautiful, creative and stunning images I have ever taken of a woman.  There is a short story being written called “Escape from Conservatopia” that is partly inspired by these events.



You only live once… stand up for your self and be creative. If you let them push you down Conservatopia wins… we all lose!

Too Bad (your're married)

I drive by your restaurant twice every day
and wish I had the courage to stop in and say
The things that needed to be,
my hope that you would see
The torment I spend everyday and how much I
I want you to know, but…


Then your sister said too bad, too bad your married.
She would be great for you!
Too bad because you seem sad and blue
You’re married too bad for you…


Finally getting brave enough to enter,
Telling a bad joke as I get near the counter
I saw your smiling face, I saw that curly hair
I’ve got to slow down, man, don’t show despair!
I want you to know, be open and straight but…


Then your sister said too bad, too bad you’re married.
She would be great for you!
Too bad because you seem sad and blue
You’re married too bad for you…


Seeing you in that white dress
Made my mind feel a little stressed
Trust me when I say that
your family was a bit distressed
You really should know that I see
A work of art, like when you’re smiling at me…


Then your sister said too bad, too bad you’re married.
She would be great for you!
Too bad because you seem sad and blue
You’re married too bad for you…


Realizing the way things are,
Kind of like being put in a jar
Giving you those photos that day
The thing you don’t know,
You make my knees wobble and sway.


That is when I thought to say…


Too bad I‘m married because I would be great for you,

Your sister said too bad, too bad your married
She would be great for you!

I say too bad because I am sad and blue

She said you’re married to bad for you…