I don’t know whether the skills — and by inference the capital in equipage and knowledge — exhibited in this space are going to work for me, as it were.
This morning began with my editing a friend’s resume — yes, I can do that too even though approaching my own (there’s a new section on the above tabs) plainly scares me.
Oh my God, what have I done with my life!?
From one perspective, I can answer that without cringing: if deflected, discouraged, or inhibited early on,perhaps, I’ve nonetheless spent my life reading, writing (well, “journaling” at least), playing music, and engaged with photography.
From another perspective, I may not be anything like what America’s combined accounting, engineering, and political cultures want.
Had I gotten any kind of smooth launch into music (one with much less other traditional intellectual enrichment), I’d have hoped by now to have transitioned to underscoring films.
In another life — that train needed to take me to Boston.
This other organic thing, less one-track minded, has sprawled a bit, and here am I squeezing it back into form, casting for “tasking” and otherwise molding it, kneading it around projects.
A combination of the two — direct service relationships and income; independent creative entrepreneurship — comprise my needs.
Offered: a terrific broad editorial and research capability bounded by English only and not by geography at all, such may be the “life of the mind” on the World Wide Web; general photography, where one indeed has to go somewhere with a camera, making the same an east coast (mid-Atlantic, New England, southern states) sport from my location close by two major American Interstates: I-70 and I-81.
Troubled manuscripts — academic, business, creative — may be welcomed here!
Also, schedule permitting and pony car willing, speeding with Nikon glass away from this desktop on a client’s mission would be welcomed here too.
It has to happen.
All kinds of things are just ready for it.
I’m not sure whether to re-post items here or refer to their original showing, but the first word of the blog title, “Print”, tells that one or more prints have been birthed by “Bertha” (the monstrous HP B9180 printer).
I’ll probably invest in another round of inks with the HP unit. After all, she’s on board and behaving better than expected (except for eating a sheet or two of fine art paper now and then in addition to the daily ink spitting pumping of the nozzles involved in checking herself out).
This following comes from a medium format, 6×4.5cm, transparency and 3200-dpi scan, and it came out well on paper this evening.
The camera involved was a Mamiya 645 AF — oh, baby! — and it too could do with a road trip . . . what I really should do with that one is work a portrait session. Old school!
I’ve allowed my printer, an HP-B9180, to run through hundreds of dollars of archival “Vivera” inks without printing a sheet!
I suppose a narcissist needs a narcissistic printer, for she does this to me by way of checking herself out once every 24 hours and keeping tabs on the functioning of her microscopic ink-spitting nozzles. Printing with such a touchy behemoth scares me, and yet, every time out, with some allowance for cleaning the jets, she prints a brilliant and precise photograph. That’s why I don’t trade her in, but given the expense of her breathing just once a day, I hold out hope for serious art sales, either in volume or by the production run.
Starter bid: per 13×19-inch print: $95 plus shipping; Maryland residents pay 6 percent sales tax; cleared check or Paypal transaction.
Editions: open unless stated closed.
Licensing: priced according to usage.
Third-Party Publishing: negotiable.
Twelve Easy Prints
Aesthetically: internally consistent.
I’ve spent decades making pretty pictures, technically stunning pictures, sentimental pictures, but this late afternoon, one that marks the end of a long process over time, is the first on which I’ve printed (completed, done) a set of a dozen coherent, internally consistent interpretations of one of America’s great historic landscape: Antietam National Battlefield Park.
I’m having a drink over it, rum and coke, this still warm July afternoon, windows open, fans running, Joe Pass (“Bernie’s Tune”) coming down from a cloud.
Is this how it feels to have something finished, I wonder.
Manhattan or Venice Beach or some little spot off the road, Cumberland Valley, twenty minutes driving north of all that death, glory, sacrifice, the announcement in blood of the beginning of the end of slavery (and “separate but equal”, truth to be told) in the U.S.A., it’s the same thing.
Although not quite a wrap — I could stand to print the set a few more times.
In any case, I have something to ship.
I’ve a minimum in mind.
The HP B9180 survived this round!
Specification: HP B9180 with the Vivera inks on A3+ (13×19-inch) InkPress Fine Art Matte, minimally bordered and at the bottom numbered by volume and print order (left), and signed (right).
Production Run: I’m tempted not to do another set! However, I’ve in mind placing six to a dozen sets, no more, of this project.
If the HP printer fails (beyond fast repair) on any subsequent order, then I’ll print on the Epson 3880 with the Ultrachrome K3 (with “Vivid Magenta”) inks.
With the “Antietam Set”, I’ve set on my own table a very limited edition project — a dozen orders and I will be done.
Specification: HP B9180 with the Vivera inks on InkPress Fine Art Matte. If the HP should not survive the work, then I’ll move on to an Epson 3880 and the Ultrachrome K3 (with “Vivid Magenta”) inks.
The slide show to which I’ve linked has an e-mail link in its upper right corner.
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