Showing posts with label BC Place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BC Place. Show all posts

23 December 2010

Arena At Sunrise


No. 1182 - 17 Dec 2010 - 08:12:17 * No. 1194 - 17 Dec 2010 - 08:11:35


No. 1198 - 17 Dec 2010 - 08:12:17 * No. 1229 - 17 Dec 2010 - 08:16:42

15 December 2010

More BC Place

No. 0782 - 09 Dec 2010 - 15:02:57

13 December 2010

Irradiation


No. 0456 - 05 Dec 2010 - 08:01:53 * No. 0543 - 05 Dec 2010 - 16:02:51

24 November 2010

Structural Constructivism

No. 6973 - 08 Nov 2010 - 07:45:20

Accidental art forms and formalism at work on the landscape.

23 September 2010

Pylons

No. 8987 - 20 Sept 2010 - 18:42:56

10 May 2010

Icon Gone

No. 1829 - 30 Apr 2010 - 09:32:10

Gastown, Vancouver

Quelle domage! I was away from my studio perch when the roof was deliberately and finally dropped after 27 years. Before the Olympics, I posted a picture of the roofless dome taken in 2007 after a rip in the fabric caused collapse due to a heavy, wet snowfall. I regret not being present while this one slipped away. This is the last image I took, after hundreds, of a favourite architectural canvas and, although there are no special light effects on it's surface, the gull flying overhead suitably finalizes this aspect of my landscape project. And now, GM (needs a new name) Place, marks the spot in Yaletown.



17 February 2010

Medalling

No. 7543 - 17 Feb 2010 - 20:50:56

12 February 2010

Puffy Muse

No. 9763 - 02 Jan 2010 - 17:01:59

Gastown, Vancouver

Behold the marshmallowy softness of BC Place - scene of the opening and closing ceremonies of the 21st Winter Olympics. So close and yet so far away; I remain on the outside of this event by choice. I am concluding a three year practice of recording the daily landscape and enjoy watching the Trojan horse roll by my third eye like the clouds in the sky.

Here are some pretty pictures of one of my favourite lit objects on the Vancouver skyline.






08 February 2010

Technical Glitch

No. back-up 170 - 08 Jan 2007 - 14:21:33


Gastown, Vancouver

Not unlike the failure of the BC Place roof to stay up three years ago, my site was down recently, due to technical difficulties. I would like to thank my many readers (my mother) for their patience and continued support during this trying time in my junior internet-publishing career.


My bloG will now be redirected to my own domain because apparently a .ca looks neater and more official than a .blogspot. (The weird truth is that the bloG format is a livlier form of communication, with a dumb name, than a website that often sits on the screen looking static and poorly tended). I will report daily from the outside at street level during the 2010 Winter Olympics and in conjunction with the Safe Assembly events planned by VIVO .

BTW how warm is it? There was more snow on the local mountains last May than there is now in February. CLIMATE CHANGE OLYMPIC GAMES - just kidding. It's probably one of those cyclical things although I admit that while the warmness is normal, the dryness is not. Our secret weapon, no matter the weather, will be the weather. The obvious climactic livability of the place will convince a bunch more people to move here and live in all of the new downtown towers and townhouses and condo-complexes filling up our once lovely view corridors.


*Update: 11 Feb 2010, The Waters of March are upon us.

03 January 2010

Always Chronological Never Re-touched...

Olympic Marshmallow 08 Apr 2008 - 16:21:04


Gastown, Vancouver

. . . is my motto as a documentary photographer and the technical advancements make accurate record keeping a no-brainer. Naturally this rule does not apply to my work as an artist.

For the 25 years prior to this technology entering my life, I mostly pushed black and white 35mm film and occasionally dipped into a dark room or slides. By retrieving one great shot and a few good ones from a 36-frame roll of film I could remain intrigued enough to keep looking. Eleven of those years were spent in New York City where I often watched Andy Warhol , in the clubs, shooting off boxes of Polaroid film from his personal, cultural observation post. Any lingering envy was alleviated upon the purchase of my first digital camera: the feeling is referred to as my Andy Warhol moment.

And now, after only four years, I have more images than I can ever process and cameras within democratic reach no longer have an optical eye piece. Perhaps this is why I insist upon maintaining consistent standards as much as possible. If a bit of art falls off the back of my documentary truck, it is a good thing, but it is not the reason I keep looking. Two things: first, I like nailing history to the old-growth and second, light is my muse.