This is a bangin’ work art which oughtta be hangin’ down there in the East Building of the National Gallery of Art in Wahington, D.C., USA.
I took it while I was returning home to Garrett Park, MD, from Bethany Beach, Del. I was with my brother, Kevin, who was driving, and Kevin pulled off the highway to stop for gas at this roadside gas-station convenience-store thingy place to get some gas. I was happy about this. It meant I could get a hot coco.
The Reddyice chest shined out at me like … I don’t know, like somethin’. It was all contrasty and immortal, more precious than a $2 million Vogue model, and I shot the thing twice, once at a normal exposure, and once about a stop over.
I used the overexposed shot when I edited the pic.
I am not sure what I did to the gol’ derned thing, inverted it, maybe; yeah, I think I inverted it, toyed with the colors some, didn’t solarize it though.
Really I am fond of this shot.
I went down to the National last Thursday for a lecture-tour. As so often, I was confused. I thought the talk was going to be on Expressionism, one of my favorite periods in modern art. Turned out the lecture was on Post-Impressionism, which was A-Okay with me, but truth be told, I prefer the Expressionists. I like the way they slap their bright, irreverent colors onto their canvas.
I learned a couple great things during the talk. For example, Vincent van Gogh was a Post-Impressionist, and he was advised by this artist cat named Camille Pissarro. Before van Gogh met Pissarro, he, van Gogh, painted in muddy browns and blacks and other drab colors. Pissarro persuaded van Gogh to go with lighter colors. So it is because of Camille Pissarro that we have some of van Gogh’s happiest masterpieces.
I go to thinkin’ that maybe I should lighten up on my colors, too, and I have been lightening up lately; but on this pic, I am convinced the gray and blue tints and hues or whatever are the way to go.