Category: personal

HAZARDOUS TO HEALTH

DO NOT INGEST CLOROX or RUBBING ALCOHOL or BEAMS of LIGHTThat idiot TRUMP can get US killed in so many ways that have not even been contemplated. He lies cheats and steals and fools from the South and impoverished zones who hate intelligence and feelings for others believe him. I almost wish that some of his follows would take his advice and try these cures. After all, some of them believe that GOD will save them.

Many of them dress differently so you can identify them and avoid them and their thoughts. They don’t do vaccines. Others were red hats which suggest that America was great at some unidentifiable time.

Cezanne Stieglitz and Van Gogh

My favorite artists, at least for today. Human and productive. Sensitive, maybe too much. Very much alive. Much of what I know about art comes from studying them.

Stieglitz “contributed not only scientific and artistic photographic studies, but also introduced modern art to America and furthered the theory of photography as art.” In his time, the greatest photographer living.

Van Gogh was mentally ill, an affliction that didn’t interfere with his love of color. Prolific and introspective, he cut off his ear, because of some problem he has a a bordello. He was checked into a mental hospital, got better and did a self portrait which he sent to him mother. Bold, emotional, impulsive. No mystery in his work.

Cezanne, the father of all modern art, somber tones, geometric shapes. Tried to shock the staid salon members with his nudes and ambiguous forms. Acted out. Didn’t observe the rules of human interaction or painting. Didn’t like photography, but may have used it to copy from. Preferred his studio where he could produce more orderly organized images to the outdoors. Always had a story which he didn’t tell.

Back to my work, whatever it is. Like Van Gogh and Cezanne, no one will appreciate my art during my life. Unlike them, I will have no after life. But, then, I am not them. But I will leave a few self-portrtaits just like they did.

Duckman Fights CLL and Corona

I fight the battle of Corona and CLL from all fronts. Keeping my mind active as a photog, my body strong by walking and biking and my system enriched. Who do the voodoo that you do so well. We all be human, mortal people, whose life spans happen when they happen. Keep the pills coming and the vodka chilled.

Having A Future

So, time flies when you are having a good time, eh. Not that cooped up, but enough to stop the analysis of the past. It will never change and whatever story I have to tell will remain in my head. I don’t have to wonder if I will survive this, I may. But little difference will come of it. My CLL limits my life expectancy anyway. Much I didn’t do because of my limitations. On to filling the rest of the time with who knows what, except that fame and fortune have escaped me. Keep in mind, it’s a cromulent world.

Mano Mano Manischewitz

“At 11 percent ABV, it’s the kind of sticky sweet wine that gets glugged like juice at the dinner table, resulting in a collective morning-after headache for everyone involved. All the same, Manischewitz is ingrained in Jewish culture.” People still drink it.

At Publix, the well stocked bar didn’t seem to be attracting many customers.  Surprising, since FL is the home to many aged Jews who can still remember their first Passover. But then again, we are in the midst of a plague and no one wants a hangover to compete with symptoms of the Corona virus.

Cora Duckman

My Mother died. She had a heart attack as I was being savaged by the Mayor and Governor. NO support from my colleagues, the little family I had and no defense from my superiors. To this day, the story still hasn’t been told.

I wasn’t with her when she died. My father died when I was a kid. I wasn’t with him either.

Duckman No Beard

So, it was time, time to get rid of the beard. I cannot remember how long I had it or how many shapes it has had, but enough. I hadn’t seen myself, except for my eyes in years, which isn’t a bad thing for a studio portrait photographer. And, in addition to having to clean after every meal and dealing with underlying skin problems, I thought it would be healthier in the Covid epidemic to not have a virus catcher near my eyes and nose.

Sharon waited patiently as I shaved. She said I looked more handsome than ever and then we did the shoot.

 

Table of Your Choice

Somedays, there is a line. One of the few places that requires cash, no checks, no cards. It’s a bagel store, so you can imagine who comes to buy lox, whitefish, etc.

Sharon Duckman and some woman from the Bronx (I overheard her talking to the counterman). They always want to tell you where they came from and the first time they went to an appetizing store.

Always a character at the cash register.

All Natural Duckman

“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.”
Aristotle

Everywhere I go, I carry with my camera. I don’t usually have an idea what to take or what I want to say any particular day. Somedays I just see it. I am always looking.

I  believe that the more you look, the more you see. And the more you see, the more you know. Then the big thing happens, when you know more, you see more.