Art without the intention of perfection.
I’m on the beach. It’s night. The wind is still as loud as I remember it. Somehow I know I’m not really here. It’s just a nocturnal deception of closed eyes. But I walk to the sea. The skin on my feet feels repulse with the shock of the cold … Continue reading
When I take this photograph of a paper towel, I am thinking how this is not a “good” photograph and how one might talk about the large amount of negative space in the center and lower left part of the image. I also think of how the image is only … Continue reading
I act like them.
I speak like them.
I hang like them.
But I’ll never be one of them.
I’m only pretending.
And they don’t care about me anyway.
Scratchpad is now live. The purpose of Scratchpad is to have a space where I can completely disregard the idea of polish and take a more anarchic approach to art, thumbing my nose at any rules I wish to ignore. I have needed somewhere I can test out new ideas and be free to make something terrible. You should never expect anything here to be refined. It is, and always will be, a messy space.
What I like about this image is how the lines are so delicate and curled. They remind me of the illustrations of the flagella of bacteria from my college microbiology class. The lines are reaching inward in a brief pause, perhaps, before they snap back into action.
It is time for a change. The Liquid Roses hasn’t had a new blog post since September and little to no activity on social media from around the same time, but there are a few reasons for that. For one, college. My college photography degree has been where most of my time has gone recently (apart from my becoming-more-and-more-unhealthy consumptive relationship with social media and the Web–but I am trying to fight that as much as possible). Another reason is that the Liquid Roses took a backseat to developing a new website for my P.R. Ramer brand, the brand under which I intend to do most of my professional photography. Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I came to the realization after I created my P.R. Ramer brand that the Liquid Roses’s original role had been largely supplanted.
There is sound from the neighboring room. There is sound and it’s an instrument being strummed. And there is a voice singing. There is a voice, and it’s singing in a tongue I don’t know. It’s singing a song and it’s soothing to me. It’s soothing and it’s swaddling my … Continue reading