Painting 1 of 12

I took the wife's suggestion as which of the photos from last post should be the first painting in the series. Can you guess which one it's gonna be? Hint: it serves as the perfect metaphor for the beginning of the project, as it expresses perfectly my initial frustration as I set out on my first field study at the beginning of this project. You get a better idea of what I'm talking about in the video from last week.

Photos from day 1

In spite of all my bitching as to whether or not my trip was worth my while (as seen in the video below) I managed to snap off some pretty nice photos. At least one of these should become the first painting in the series.

Just One...

Here's one photo from the digital camera taken in Carlstadt. I wonder if I could get to the Izod Center by canoe from here. Later on in the day, came the best part over at Snake Hill under the Turnpike bridge. You'll have to wait until I get the film (yes, film) developed for those photos. Nowhere in that entire marsh are you unable to hear the din of the Turnpike, but under that bridge it was a unique experience. The sound there is unlike anything else. It's not a symphony of noises, but rather relentless shattering of peace and tranquility that will go on as long as humans drive, ride trains and fly. The place is an environmental horror show, and what you see on the ground is much like what you hear. A random array of scattered flotsam, the waste of humanity. No matter what anybody does to protect that place, it's a complete disaster. Even the water smells putrid. I gotta go now and get ready for the Jets game.

Day 2 – What Now?

I was up till 2:30 this morning editing and posting that calamitous little video below. Notice about halfway through I start saying "we" as if someone is out there with me. Actually it was you, the viewer. Did you even realize that you were there? I have to finish a roll of film (yes, film) on my camera, and then take 4 rolls to be developed before I can post the results of my "adventure." I'm waiting to see if anything I did yesterday made that trip worth my time.

Someday I'll look back on this and laugh.