“Haboob” is the word used in Arizona for a dust storm. It makes some people angry, I guess because it comes from Arabic. I can’t read the Arabic in this image. I hope no one is offended. I just like the shapes of the letters, and the humor of the juxtaposition of the elements in the composition. Sometimes, things just happen.
A muse is anything that gets you moving, thinking, doing. I suppose a muse can be both pleasure and fear, banal and creepy.
There’s something creepy and wonderful about Las Vegas. It’s cheesy, seedy, fake, and fascinating. It’s a sort of year ’round Carnival of total indulgence., complete with third rate acts and pot on the streets. I’d like to go back and spend a month or so photographing all of it.
I was determined to get photos, even though the rain wouldn’t stop, and I had to hike along the Strip nursing a broken hip. But the results were worth it.
Late afternoon in a new housing development. My reflection in the van, and my dirt-distorted shadow. Everything’s warm and glowing. I am absolutely NOT religious, nor spiritual, new-age, alien ancestors, or any of that silliness. So the image is exactly appropriate.. the carpet over the dirt tells you everything you need to know.
About 2 years ago I, with a lot of help from my much-more-competent wife, made a vector drawing of Michelangelo’s God from the Sistine Chapel. I sent the drawing to DC and got a copyright for it. Obviously it isn’t the original Michelangelo image, but the outline is immediately recognizable. It’s fun to play with. I’m thinking about doing a series of pieces based on my copyrighted version.