Original capture on photographic negative (FILM)
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Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon that predisposes humans to decipher a face in patterns or inanimate objects. Some might say that it is evidence of paranoia, or a fear of being judged. I see faces all of the time when I am out photographing random patterns.
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This one called to me as a peering face emerging from a sponge patterned lava boulder. Watching for what? Any answer would lead to many paths. Since we all return to the earth perhaps it whispers, “See you later.”
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Original capture on photographic negative (FILM)
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Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon that predisposes humans to decipher a face in patterns or inanimate objects. Some might say that it is evidence of paranoia, or a fear of being judged. I see faces all of the time when I am out photographing random patterns.
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This one called to me as a peering face emerging from a sponge patterned lava boulder. Watching for what? Any answer would lead to many paths. Since we all return to the earth perhaps it whispers, “See you later.”
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Original capture on photographic negative (FILM)
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Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon that predisposes humans to decipher a face in patterns or inanimate objects. Some might say that it is evidence of paranoia, or a fear of being judged. I see faces all of the time when I am out photographing random patterns.
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This one called to me as a peering face emerging from a sponge patterned lava boulder. Watching for what? Any answer would lead to many paths. Since we all return to the earth perhaps it whispers, “See you later.”
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Original capture / Digital
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My dear friend is an artist. His present style is abstract interpretive using acrylics on canvas, at times adding gold leaf. His work is multilayered and quite psychologically stimulating. His name is Randall ‘Hoot’ Smith.
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This is NOT one of his paintings. It was a discarded tray from his studio. I found it in his trash pile and was captivated by the patterns, still viscous while drying in the desert sun. I asked him about it, wondering if there was any deliberate thought to this result. His answer was of no consequence. The point is that this trashed paint tray called to me. Each Time I look into it I see new swirls, edges, convex curves, hard and fluid surfaces that create the scene that my mind wants me to realize at this time. Tomorrow it might be different.
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