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Ghost

Posted in abandoned, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Fear, Photography, Poetry, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on 08/01/2018 by wooddickinson

path-2 copyWhen I think of the word ghost, I usually think, scary story. Like the around the campfire at a campout kind of story. Most ghost stories seem to require a few common things, at least one ghost, a scary setting like an abandoned house that’s falling apart and, a person who is going to be threatened by this ghost. It’s always good if it’s a girl and the person who saves her.

I like to tell a folktale at Halloween called Tailypo. This story was first recorded by Leonard Roberts in 1955. It comes from the Appalachian region of the country but I always use the Ozark’s as the setting because it’s closer to the mid-west. The story has variations in both place and the name of the creature but otherwise pretty much the same. It’s a fun story to scare kids with. The Tailypo isn’t a real creature so I’m thinking maybe it is a ghost.

Peter Straub wrote an amazing novel called Ghost Story. Read it. Do not watch the movie. It is horrible. This book is a great ghost story.

But there is a lot more to this ghost thing than just stories. Ghosts can be many things other than disembodied spirits. Like a ghost of an idea or maybe a ghost writer. There’s always the ghost town. Colorado is full of them. Then there is the thing writer are always looking for, a ghost of an idea. You get the picture. Many of the photos I’ve done over the years have had the essence of ghosts. A glimpse into a place we shouldn’t see.

I like this word. It makes you stop and think. Think about life and death and loved ones who have passed. It makes you wonder about what lies just beyond the borders of life. If you are wondering, yes I have seen a ghost. Have you? Recently I wrote a poem that’s a bit of a ghost story. I think. You never know with poems even when you write them. Here it is.

found us final


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The 15 at Cafe Trio

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Black and White, Color, Fine Art Photography, Photo Editing, Photography, Poetry, Sunsets, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 07/17/2014 by wooddickinson

path-2 copyThe 15 photographs I chose for an exhibition at Cafe Trio may at first appear to be a random and unrelated set of photographs but they are not. I spent lots of time developing this collection.

The creation of a fine art photograph is a focused and directed effort to capture an idea not just another shot of a sunset. At the core of my work I create ideas. A single idea was formed long before any photographs were taken. Part of the role of an artist is to see then examine and interpret all aspects of our existence. An artist examines the world, its people and their relationship with one another as well as with nature. I look at the emotions that dwell with in and drive what we do. I think about how one person’s seeing isn’t like the next persons.

Where I might see despair another sees horror and yet another may miss it all together. There’s no one interruption. I clearly remember in my Highschool days English teachers, one after another, taught us there was only one “right” meaning to any given poem. Now there’s a setup if I’ve ever seen one. In class we’d read a poem like Robert Frost’s Fire and Ice then the teacher would ask the class, “What’s the poet trying to say?” I would put up my hand with what I thought was that singular answer only to be ridiculed moments later by another classmate’s “correct” answer.

It wasn’t until years later and after writing a lot of poems myself as well as taking creative writing classes, writing workshops and the like that I realized the truth of it. The only person who knows exactly what the poem means is the poem’s author! The author isn’t 100% clear on his poem’s full meaning and depth. A poet strives to create a piece that elicits an emotional response. He knows that the life experience a reader brings to a poem impacts its meaning.

In fact, if the author doesn’t engage the reader in an interpersonal way his work fails. Same story for art. I hope that a piece I create invokes an emotional response and causes the viewer a moment of introspection.

So what’s the deal with these 15 photos you say? With each photograph I started with the basic captured image. I look at this image as the stepping off point for the story the photograph will eventually tell. This image will bare little resemblance to itself when I’m done. The process isn’t important (unless you want to learn and become an artist yourself) it’s more about what “I” see underneath. I strive to push beyond the metaphor the image represents, strip away the false representation and expose what the image is for real. That’s what artists do.

On average I spend three hours in post-production for each photograph. That translates into 45 plus hours spent on these 15 pieces. Remember I also had to take the original image too. Some of the images were captured very close to my house while others range from New York City to Block Island, Rhode Island. The where isn’t as important to me as the what. It’s about the story the photograph is telling.

While you look at the fifteen pieces there is one very important element missing. That’s you. The observer. I envision if someone came along to take the same picture they would see you standing just out of frame as the observer to my efforts in taking the shot. The Observer Effect is an idea usually seen in science. How much does the fact that I’m observing the experiment I’m performing affect the outcome of that experiment?

As you enjoy these fifteen photographs remember you are in them as the unseen observer impacting the final reality of photograph. I hope you enjoy the experience.

To extend your experience visit my online gift shop to purchase your own copy to hang on your wall.

And there we were

Posted in • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Cape Cod, Chicago, Church, Faith, family, God, Home, Hope, Humility, Kansas City, Love, Patti Dickinson, Poetry, Road Trip, Writing with tags , , , , on 02/02/2014 by wooddickinson

Had a wonderful weekend in Chicago with my wife Patti Shea.
Made me think of this:

“And there we were, in a kind of harmony;
and the evening was so beautiful, that it
made a pain in my heart, as when you
cannot tell whether you are happy or sad;
and I thought that if I could have a wish, it
would be that nothing would ever change,
and we could stay that way forever.”

-Margaret Atwood

The Touch

Posted in Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Faith, family, Fear, God, Home, Hope, Humility, Kansas City, Love, Need, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 11/06/2013 by wooddickinson
like a whisper
my hand plants in yours

unaware

scared you’ll pull away. 

no I pull, no risk, can’t risk

when you sleep sometimes, I steal a touch,

placed my hand upon your back
but
only for a moment.
 
sometimes you reach out to me
take my hand
 
I feel life unfolding like a breath
knowing it will be gone soon.

what is it that makes your touch so powerful?

only you

it holds me in fear and awe,

i wish for it

that you will snuggle toward me in the night
needing me

like air.

11/5/2013 – fairway, kansas

10 past midnight

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