The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
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an image with many strong readings and beautiful in its dramatic way..
Thank you Tic-tac...
I took it in a old industrial area of the city..
which has its own drama, cold steel and hot visuals
Truly imposing, Jb!
Ruela..
quite a complement coming from the digital KING!
thanks!
Iryna...
Thanks!!
for a while I was setting the alarm, before sun up, and was running around an old industrial area of the city scrounging for visuals...
glad you feel imposed
It's always fascinating to know the context of any piece (regardless of the 'art form' via which it is expressed).
Your response has reminded me of a long dialogue with Albert Decker regarding a painting he'd had exhibited whereby a 'critic' had commented of the 'lack' of artist/human sensibilities behind the piece.
My interpretation had echoed the sentiment, however I believed the 'critic's' response to be wrong.
You've done a wonderful job of being the manipulator/magician who presents an image without the 'audience' being aware of the artist. Your presence, as artist, appears to be irrelevant (the best works of art work on this level): IE, there is not human mind behind the image, only the image which, supposedly, stands as an entity without intent or any 'mind' behind it...
Iryna..
thank-you!
your right on the mark...
I have always felt the work is not about me, rather it has always been about the art/subject....and must stand on its own
Although, I tend to gather and expose the things around me that I feel are worthy of being seen and brought to the surface...
This sight can be seen crossing a bridge over a industrial area around the holidays, the winter atomsphere only adds to the visual stimulation... but to get this shot one has to actually get off one's ass and find the proper angles to shoot the shot.
thanks again
Hey..
where is A. Decker?
I'm right there with you, Jb! I had a series of photos from a very imposing industrial site in the late 70's. It truly felt like an alien-nation had established themselves.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that we grew up with 'analogue' photography, I've lost all of the negatives & the original photos I developed are just plain awful: all of the elements that constituted the power of the images have faded into bleary blobs.
Of course, my pics were nowhere as poignant as yours... but I know that it takes getting up at 3am to drive down to the site & wander around until dawn taking photos you can't even check on until you develop them.
Respect, Jb! You captured that sense I tried to evoke all those years ago... and your version makes my attempts tragic.
With regards to Albert, I've also been deeply concerned...
I know that, other than the 'younger' components of Discharge, most of us participate then disappear for awhile.
I, too, have been highly aware of the fact of Albert's lack-of-presence for a few months. I hope he's just involved in the 'production' aspect of art/expression.
I'm pleased that you brought up this huge hole in our little community. Personally, I'm going to start bombarding his Facebook page just for a reaction of one sort of another... I seriously hope that he's well!
Please let me know any info you manage to get hold of. I'll do the same.
Life without Albert is... life without Albert. I don't like it!
Iryna..
Yeah, remember the 110 Kodak...
I ran around with one of those for years..
And my negatives are scatteres to the 4 corners also, this digial is somewhat new to me, I have been in a personal tornado for the past few months, soon as the dust settles I plan on a new digital SLR, and hope to tighten up shots like this and some of the others.
At any rate I'm really glad you like the shot!
You should try to clean up those photos to see what you have, their doing outstanding work on restoration of photos these days
As far a Decker goes, yeah I'll shoot him some prods and see if he cant be raised from the depths
At least we've established that Messy Decker is okay.
I remember my old Pentax from the way-back-when machine... plus remember the advent of slow/low exposure stock. It was just such a thrill to take photos in low-light conditions without a flash.
Sadly, I'm certain I've lost the old negatives along the way. I've poured over the 'experimental' rubbish & still can't find the shots I took of a truly imposing industrial site I couldn't help but revisit time & time again at various points in the night/early morning. Meh. That's life. If you live long enough, stuff just disappears (for better or worse).
All I can find are bits 'n pieces I don't really give a damn about. Somewhere along the line (linear?) points of existence they've been lost.
The only ones I can find are a few shots (one of which you've seen in the form of "You wanted to BECOME metaphysics"...).
There's no point in begrudging the fact of decades of existence. 'Stuff' happens.
I adore this pic & can imagine it blown up to mural size on one of my walls.
Bugs, dear friend!
Yeah... A. man is just hiding out...
and as you said... some things should be lost... its hard to beleive that its decades... I have scars or scars...
we'll have to see about getting you a print of this... it would be safer than the painting.. but you could always swing by and throw it in the boot of your ride...I'll get back to you on that....
bugs back at ya
Other than driving across the floor of the Pacific, the only way to 'swing' by is if I can find a rope long enough to attach to the moon.
Where's batman when you need him?
The problem with digital photos is that they don't blow up well. I don't know what it's stored as (jpg file?)... Detail is lost & I'd REALLY love to see this as a massive image.
Maybe that'd be our best compromise: if I come across a digital shot that I'd love to hang at a fairly reasonable size. In that way, you'd only have to upload the original file & I could take care of the rest...
Got ya...
let me know if you see anything you want...
You could give it a shot, to see if it turns out O.K.
in the mean time start looking for that rope
Thank youse both for your concern. I didn't realize... thank you.
JB, this is fucking gorgeous!
Y'all got me thinkin' about my print collection, from back in the old film days. I had a coupla really good slr's through the 80's, and fortunately(or not, maybe we'll see)I still have everything I shot back then.
All I have now, as far as film shooters go, is a decrepit old Minolta whose controls no longer work properly. Can't find much film anymore anyways. Pisses me off too, 'cause Iryna's right about 'analogue' prints blowing up much better than digital.
Anyways, JB, this one takes me back to places I used to lurk behind a lens. I'll open up that file(a metal box, that's how far back)and see if I can pull out something worth showing.
A...
break out the stuff... this is why were here..
we all want/need to see the others work, for motivation and inspiration...
Yeah I'm missing the lurking, got to get back to it soon
SHOW us! the work!
thanks for the words!!
Al-baby, by now you must KNOW we'd be devastated if you ceased to be 'present'!
Know that our concern is genuine! Existence wouldn't be the same without your presence in the NOW.
Jb, saw the rope last night but, unfortunately, the cloud coverage set in and it started raining.
Much as I love the rain, it tends to become an obstacle when other expectations are... expected(??!!!)
In the meantime, I have 3 fairly astute cats + one with senile dementia keeping their eyes out for an opportunity to hook the moon. Naturally, this has resulted in several false alarms (i.e., mice, arachnids & cockroaches). Unfortunately, it's all a matter of interpretation. Cat to human Esperanto, anyone?
I'm looking over all of these comments and having a senior chuckle... Anyone outside our loving sphere would be prone to interpret it as being a senior citizen 'are you dead yet?' blog!
Crazy stuff... yet I truly feel closer to 'youse' guys than the people who inhabit my actual, corporeal NOW!
Love you both to death, Jb & AD. Natch, I don't mean that literally. Does that make me perverse & marginalised? I certainly hope so!!!
Hell, would we have appreciated the advent of this amazing world of THER INTERNET had we been brought up with it as if it were second nature to us? I doubt it.
I'm so grateful to have the opportunity to find 'real' people after the marginalisation of youth.
Ah, shuddup. I'm not being sentimental, so stop your snickering!
Bugs to you both, dear pals/buddies/fellow weirdos!
JB, I broke out the file box, am currently surrounded by piles of photos. Just remember, you asked for it! ;-)
Iryna, ;-p
Iryna....
I been having a few of those senior moments lately... I always thought it was the mind that went first....
When I was younger I thought it was the body that went first..... now I know it all happens at the same time...
And yes so good of you to profess your affection toward "A" man and myself... you must know that we feel the same toward you! I'm chuckling not snickering, its warming the black parts of my heart...
just keep the rope handy in case you see an opening!
you sentimental thing
A....
just saw them... love the shots, and the canvas, I've always liked these type of things..I don't really know why, its like being friends with the guy/gal that no one likes... it just has an independent feel, and ya just don't give a fuck what anyone else says.
Thanks for posting them
Jb... bring it on!!!
8]
PS Jb, bugs to your black recesses.
Senior moments don't really concern me. I think if someone found me having shat in my knickers yet smiling about the beauty-cum-idiocy of existence, I probably wouldn't feel self-conscious.
Here's to hugging black holes!
Heh, heh, heh, "hugging black holes!" Heh, heh, heh...;-)
JB, thanks, and amen to what you said.
Iryna... its on baby!!!!....
but I must admit if I found you w/ shat in your knickers and you were just smiling I probably would call the booby hatch to get you a straight jacket..
Hey.. that was pretty damn funny, I'm chuckling not snickering
AD..
HEH,HEH,HEH... thats the creepiest sound in the world...got ta love.
ya hug away!
Messy-baby & jb-baby, just reading over our elderly banter & grinning like the Cheshire-cat!
I know you're both in my closet sniffing my straight-jackets... and I love it!!!
I'm not certain as to whether this is transgression or regression. Either way, it's the best pseudo-sex anyone could hope for. You're the two sexiest guys in my life!
Keep on truckin' & sniffin'!
French kisses to you both!
Ageing DOES have serious perks... or should that read 'pervs'!
"PREV'S" is the preferred (sp?) attached title....I'm still waiting on the perks
and yes.. Albert and I are both in your closet sniffing what ever we can get our hands on...
You should come on in, were waiting....
its funny you said jb baby.... my mom still calls me that from time to time, so hows that straight jacket fitting? a little tight around the ..... a little loose around the....
See its a bitch putting on the years... you can feel it, just don't act it....lets hear it for pseudo-sex!!!
its all I'm getting these days.... hey did you feel that?
I need to be excused, I need to take care of something!!!
French kiss to you Iryna.. not you Albert!
JB, thanks for that.
Iryna, thanks for not locking your closet.
Heh, heh, heh...
;-)
I don't mind hearing the, "He he he..."'s and the sounds of rustling around in my closet but, seriously, lads, next time clean up after yourselves or I'm taking away key privileges.
Fetishism does come with its own etiquette (no, I won't pardon pun). There's nothing worse than dried on slime trails...
...sorry...I was swooning...just forgot...
Iryna!!
Gross.... we both forgot!
we'll do better next time, I had an extra key made!
Messy Decker, in future please ensure that you have your Zimmer frame with you.
The crusted up slimy stuff is difficult enough to clean up (what with my arseritis). I truly have enough on my plate without having to call the paramedics & sit through 10 hours of tests in Emergency in order to ensure you're going to live without additional brain damage.
Words to live by as one approaches absolute geriatric sex: 'personal responsibility'! Remember, it doesn't mean the same thing as when we were growing up. In Newspeak, it means that I'm not supposed to give a damn about your problems.
Respect (a la 21st century)!
Jb baby, after 36 hours of labour in spitting you out, you should have more respect (see definition for this concept in my comment to Messy Decker, above).
No one is asking you to French kiss him... just make certain he doesn't fall over... plus double-check that he has his adult nappies/diapers on.
What, d'ya think I didn't know you have at least one duplicate key? It wouldn't be elderly titillation without extra keys!!!
PS I know we're all hard of hearing and neither of you could hear much above your own squelching noises... but the noises you heard from me weren't, "Ooooh, aaahhh!". I was actually trying to tell you both that my back had gone again and asking that you call the paramedics! I'd still be lying on the floor - unable to reach the phone - if it weren't for that weird guy (I think he's my husband... or that's what he claims) ringing the ambulance service because I was disturbing his squelchy bit on 'Wife lovers' online.
PPS The torch in the closet is on the right-hand side when you face the doors. Honestly, I don't know why I'm allowing you all to have all of these spare sets of keys... especially that weird gnome who claims to be my 'husband'!
Well... first off, He's a lucky man (poor bastard) and if he knew you were running around with the likes of A.D. and myself He'd throw that straight jacket on you till you shat your knickers, then give you a good swat for good measures!
Back to the 36 hours....wasn't it worth it? I'm right back to where I started bald, beautiful, and looking for a teat....No Albert I don't want yours.. but thanks anyway..
This has gotten really silly... Love it!
Hahaha! Jb, with all of the fan mail hubby receives (there are so many men & women around the world in love with him), he wouldn't DARE give me a spanking. I'm the one who metes outs the paddling in our home!
If it were dark, I probably wouldn't even know who was having a go on my tits... It sounds as if you & my husband resemble each other -- although he claims he's just starting to go bald -- and teats are a guy thing from go to whoa.
Personally, I don't care who has 'a go on my titties' so long as I've finished playing with 'em.
I think that's just something our species enjoys: anything that juts out is fun to play with... which is why the male of our species is usually playing with his cock if he thinks no one is looking... It's more tantalising when someone IS watching.
In all seriousness, my husband used to go to a site called 'Wife Lovers' to wank off for other people on web cam thinking I had no idea of what was going on. When he tried to hide what was going on a couple of years ago, I just told him that he's an idiot & joined in the 'festivities'.
Why is it that the male of our species is convinced that proxy sex is 'naughty' & needs to be hidden away?
You're all a bunch of loons... which is why I like the idea that you think you ought to hide the 'rude' stuff from women.
Okay, I'm off to have a go on my titties for a while. They're still a lot of fun to play with.
Silly? Yeah. Human: YEAH!!!
play away...
it's just that the majority of the men probably think that there beyond those kind of things where the females are concerned.... if its just the guys, it becomes a locker room thing..
.
Then there's always the MOTHER thing... and that
screws everything up..
So... You dish out the spankings??? Nice!!!
What was the name of that site?
Hey Albert, you getting all of this?
Well enjoy your rub-down, I'm sure they're as much fun as they ever were.... you know anything that juts out and all!!
Huh huh...she said titties...huh huh huh...
A...
you freak!!!! huh ..huh!!!..heh...heh!!!
Jb, you're both a bit freaky... I wouldn't love youse both if you were anything less than...
The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers minus one (unless I can be one with the wrong genitalia). Before you both reject the idea, I have enough hair to compensate for any age-related loss on your behalves.
Keep on 'uckin'!
we'll take your genitalia... your one of the boys like it or not....Please don't mention hair... I have it leaving one area ad going to another...
and I just broke my go-cart
WTF
I'm 'ucking
Hey, I'm keeping my genitalia. We're still not old enough to commit it to the 'redundant' heap!
Nevertheless, I'm more than happy to contribute myself to the ol' loony get-togethers 'cos we're all still 'ucking until we cease.
I'm just waiting for the post-menopausal hairs to start growing out of my nose 'n chin. I'm prepared with tweezers but am painfully aware that I don't see well enough to know that they're sprouting and, even if I notice 'em, I know I won't address the urgency of the pl'ucking necessity & will put it off/forget about 'em within 10 minutes.
Here's to male pattern-baldness & female facial hair growing down to our cleavage!
Yes.. Hairy breasts!!
Calm yourself Albert!
I have witnessed the tweezer thing its not a pretty sight.
its like plucking a chicken, what a ritual!
thankfully, god gave men a razor and shaving cream. and released us from the trama of hot flashes.
Hang in there baby!
Lordy, what'll the kids think...?
Oh yeah, JB, we seem to have run amok in your comments section here, so I'll at least briefly return to the original theme by assuring you, a copy of this cold bright lovely(your photo, "Industrial Star II")is now part of my screen saver slide show.
;-)
Albert..
Yes this has run wild...
But what other choice did we have?
Glad its on your slide show, I'm back in Cleveland this weekend for the hoilday....I've packed my camera and hope to snoop around the dirty parts of the city to gather more images...
Its weird, what one thinks might be a good shot turns out not so good... and one that one shoots just for the hell of it.. actually becomes a shot worth sharing...
Wonder what the Aussies eat for Thanksgiving....Kangaroo?
An Ukrainian friend recently asked whether the Ukrainians have left any kangaroo for the indigenous population after having made sausages and 'salo' (I believe this delicacy would be known to the both of you as the Germanic 'speck').
Give an Ukrainian woman ANY meat & garlic & we'll make sausages to DIE for... as for 'speck', kangaroos don't have enough in the way of fatty deposits to work with...
I'll stick to offering my hairy chest; my ability to carry cows from one grazing field to the next (lest they expend too much energy & toughen their flesh) + my inability to focus on anything other than my nipples. My teeth are still good, if that factors into the equation.
I have no idea of anything, particularly how I triggered this blurb off.
I'll end this FFB with the simple statement that "Industrial Star II" is truly fabulous and will deny that encouraged any titillation.
Wow, it's really pouring outside. Haven't the weather patterns gone awry over the last few decades! The kangaroos don't know what to make of it... That'd explain why so many of them have decided to move to the city. Next step is to force them to take road licensing tests. They're fickle, just like bicyclers: vehicles when it's convenient for them, pedestrians when it suits their purposes.
The world has become so complex. How can you tell if a kangaroo is colour-blind? My solution is to turn 'em into sausages and speck. Being a vegetarian, it should pose moral problems but I don't actually give a toss at this stage.
Much love until the next time we fixate on one thing or the other.
- Hairy tits
PS Jb, it's only the Aboriginals who celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia and it's a very simple affair.
They just give thanks for the fact that they didn't all get shot, blown up or poisoned by the white settlers.
BYO Kanga sausages and as much alcohol as the government allows you to purchase. Petrol (gas) sniffing is frowned on by the elders but, according to Western Society, that just makes you cool and rebellious.
Albert... she said titillation....
I don't think I can handle this much longer!!
Iryna... you should go out and photo the Roo's... The biggest thing I have here is an deer every once in a while, that and red squirrel.
I'm glad that you like the photo..
I'm going to send the orig. file on it, to see if anything gets lost in translation, let me know how it turns out...
Well its time for a nap, I ate too much spec for the holiday and our govt. does not limit our alcohol purchase or intake.. so you must know how fuzzy mornings like this can be.
Got it, thanks Jb. I'll confirm that on FB right now.
Both images seem to have come out loud and clear but I'll let you know once I've had a chance to print them on decent photo paper.
As for the 'roo issue, I'll post something on your FB wall...
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