My friend Bob Long Jr. is an outstanding photographer. He now manipulates his photos into some of the most beautifully layered images I’ve seen. They’re still a photo, but . . . no different than a painter layers paint, his images go beyond a simple photo through the layers he applies.
He is probably the only friend left where I/we get to talk about art. I no longer paint or sculpt, but write and take pictures. Our conversations, like our lives, are circuitous. Our experiences influence the conversation and they wind their way, not so much to a conclusion, but to another conversation the next time we get to talk.
His latest post on his Flickr site references me referencing, well, he has a better way with words than I.
Either way, when you click on that link, it will be worth exploring his voluminous image library. A lot of the images have stories and they’re worth reading. Look for bossbob50 off at the top of the right hand column and click on it.
I think, at the end of the conversation Bob is referencing, I mentioned that my final paintings before I quit painting were done in layers. Wax, plaster, paint, more wax, more paint. Depending on where you stood depended on whether you saw the images in the other layers.
Then again, maybe I didn’t bring that up. Maybe next time.
Where justice isn’t served is in our written depictions of what we say and how we say it. Bob says I have a certain eloquence, but I must defer to his way with words. What’s missed in our written words is the fact that we are both city boys, Chicago street kids. We can dese and dem it with the best a dem. We also have this penchant for putting together the most beautiful string of cuss words. My momma would be so proud.
We should record these conversations and have someone transcribe them for us. That will win us points, I’m sure.
For those that came here hoping to see something about fishing only to find this, I don’t want you to go away empty handed.
Here’s a picture of Bob holding a fish!!!!