Friday, February 21, 2014

El Morro

Tomó este foto ariba de El Morro en 2010.

In 2010, I took this photo above the fort called el Castillo de San Felipe del Morro, or El Morro as it is more commonly known.  Neither airplane nor helicopter was used to capture this image.

This fort symbolizes the strength and resolve of the people of Puerto Rico.  On the cusp of a great ocean, los puertoriqueños look out into the horizon that is the Atlantic, standing firm, resilient against hurricanes and storms of war.  This structure has lasted more than 470 years.

Did you know that the word "hurricane" originated in Puerto Rico?

Monday, January 6, 2014

To My Smokin' Friends this New Year

Prison Cemetery, Huntsville, TX, Circa 1981
When taking this photo of my friend, Jeff, running by tombstones on a perfectly normal day, I was struck by the contrast.  The action of Jeff running by these static stones, non-moving, symbolizing only one thing about the human condition: We each always have the option to change, at least until we die.  

Contrary to what you see in this photo, it’s not about an old cemetery or tombstones, nor the fact that each one bore only a number.  No names.  This photo’s deeper than that.  

It’s about change, personal, individual change, change in ourselves and not in others, or even the world, because change can only happen one person at a time.  With that said, let me change the subject for one minute so you’ll understand what I mean.

We know from social-economics that being in jail, like being poor, reduces one’s average lifespan, thus turning each unchanging person into a statistic, for that individual would not or could not change to avoid this ending.  But if we have the power to change some things, like smoking cigarettes, why do we pick the path that would take us down being enumerized like the cadavers in this cemetery?  And becoming statistics.  

To be sure, sometimes we can’t change—such those who suffer from mental illness—but when we can, shouldn’t we?  Today, for example, we have far too many people who know that smoking cigarettes is unhealthy yet they persist to do so.  

What’s going on in these people’s heads to make them believe they are immune from becoming a statistic?  Is it that the value their place on their own lives are so low?  Is it that they already have a cancer of the soul and don’t see cigarettes as destroying what little lives they have left?

Maybe if my smoking friends would view their lives more as an every day compromise, the benefit being a higher quality of life, but only by taking the path of least destruction.  Maybe if my friends would know that I don’t want them to become statistics, numbers, and un-moving stones? 

I want my friends to last as long as possible.  I want many new happy years with each of you.  For that reason, I wish all my smokin’ friends a healthy 2014 y para los Hispanos out there, Happy Three Kings Day!

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Toasting to an Engergized 2014

Taken 07/04/2012.
This is energy mimicking life.  It's the short-lived life of energy produced by a dandelion-shaped firework.

If we could only recognize the energy in the average dandelion just like we recognize the energy in this spectacular blast, we may be able appreciate better the other things in life that are as important as life itself. Such things may include friendships, or animal pals, a hobby or volunteer work, and, yes, the energy produced by the average dandelion.

While we, at GDG III Photo, had a good 2013, we had two untimely deaths in our family and are still recovering. We will be back again soon with another post and another thought.

Your Friend in Artful Life,

George D. Gordon, III

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Spidery Closeup

Spiders are plentiful in Florida during the early winter season.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Run Down New York

Circa Mid-1980's
Had you run down many New York streets in the 1980's, you would've notice a trend, like the one in this photo.  Boarded up, so don't look down.  Passers by walking forward, seeing but not registering anything from any angle.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Cloud Form

Acrylic on Paper
Like so many sky-watchers, George gets some of his inspiration from cloud formations.  This one represents a dark cloud that looked like a mighty horse, huge, and moving through the sky like it knew where it was going.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Crosses of Mine

This cross series was not meant to promote a specific religion nor, generally-speaking, any religion at all.  It was meant to address the issue of freedom of thought.  How so?

Series of Acrylics on Paper

Let’s start with those who we consider today’s great leaders of thought.  From our Pope Francis promoting a smarter Catholic faith, one which includes elements of both reason and empathy, contradicted by the thoughts of self-described, Christian-American politicians* and their arcane treatment of women seeking abortions, we are in an age encompassed by spiritual upheavals, both in religion and secularly.  

Monday, November 4, 2013

Lillies of the Creek

Acrylics on Wood
On looking down at reeds along the creek
I silenced in myself a ravenous desire
To straighten out the row and lovely seek,
To form a symmetry of beauty like a choir.
Its vision blessed in me a kind of fire.

Up-earthly did I look into the skies
To see waves of blue above the mired reed,
Bent outward like majestic flying kites.
I then leaned forward and with my might,
I caught a slash of heaven’s aura.
As reeds looked like they could take flight,
I breathed in all of nature’s flora,
And exhaled art to show the need
To save all of nature’s blooms of reed.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Cat Scratch on Yellow

“Different shades for different folks” is more than just an expression in this threesome, where the color yellow takes on different expressions dependent on its presentation.

Pastel on Paper
  • Pastel Drawing.  Pastels can express rage as much as innocence and do so in this image.  Expressions: A tsunami about to pummel a sand dune; a dead branch left by a sick, algae pond; rays from a sun; a tree waving in a passing hurricane; and flow, simply flow.
    Lake Alfred, Florida


  • Gradual Blend. “Red skies at night” is a common theme in modern photography but when emanating from a yellow base, it forms a scheme that is less fiery than red, yet more developed.  A yellow blend is the background of this entire image, most of the foreground of which is sharp.  Expressions:  autumnal equinox; state fairs; and romantic friendship-based love.
Davenport, Florida


  • Sharp Contrast. Halloween’s almost upon us.  With this said, it’s fascinating to note the sharpness of autumn images.  Cats, for example, don’t “scratch” during Easter—when you’ll see them expressed as round balls of cuteness—but when it’s about harvest time?  Sharp can put the spook into any image, if done with a witch’s brew.  Expressions: Lurking killer; full moon; controlled chaos; and taboo fun.  All that expression; all just one image. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

My Future Yesterday

A Memoir

Paper: Agfa Matte
Camera: SLR X700 Minolta 35 mm

November 1983
In an instant not too unlike September 11, 2001, I witnessed history materialize through my camera's eye.  It was the contrast of my childhood images and those same images plaguing my adulthood right now.  I couldn't for a long time figure out what was missing until today.

As best as I can remember, I was on the way to a wedding.  I detoured to the place of my childhood to see what had taken my breath away so very long ago.

It was a perfect day.  Sweet and awesome in every way.  Not too hot; not too cold: In fact it was so perfect that even the sidewalk seemed to have taken to tearful joy making, every moment so happy that I could virtually pop, glisten, covered with footery walking in every direction, and my future mirrored the scape of the towers above me.  Oh, God.  I looked up and nearly rolled off my dad's back.

I remember thinking that Jack in "the Beanstalk" didn't have it so good.  When he looked up, he saw Forever ascending up into the clouds and what a climb that must have.  But I saw myself on a privileged steed watching "The Jetson's" on an elevator flying me up to see for myself the spectacle of the city below.

"Put me down, Daddy, right now," I said.  I had become Super Photographer Kiddo, riding into the 80's on a snowy cloud.  Not a care in the world except to get my precious images, and I did, as you see here.

How that relates to my adulthood today?  As I look at the straight and narrow mass that once damned the sky of New York, making targets of us all, and that these Twin Towers did not fall as cartoons in my head.  They fell as a mark in my life that had also altered and amassed the world in a mystifying change all with one common denominator: Fear.

I look at these photos today, remembering my expectations and realizing that I could never have imagined that Super Kiddo would come back to remind me of just how much I've lost in my future today.  For that reason, I say Godspeed to those who became part of America's legacy into the 21st century, the victims of 9/11.  May we learn from our mistakes.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Inside My Head

The Seizure

The Tree of Pain.  2011.
Watercolor and acrylics on paper.
My eyes were tight with surreal images flipping through them, sliding realities merged each with the next memory. A laborious pain of pressure filled my lungs and I could no longer breathe.  I heaved instead and exhaled shallowly and with a force I'd never used before.  

With that force, I turned on my stomach and held onto the bars of my bed.  I held on tight but was transported, like through a fiber optic line.  Then I could hear I had screamed, blowing through billions of neurons, inside my head.  

My head wills itself to feel without my consent.  It tracks itself easy into anger and hurling towards camps of loneliness inside myself, inside my bed, keeping quiet on the outside so as she'd not hear me suffering.  

For minutes on end, like the ebbs and flows within a dendrite tree, I dwell on the billions of images racing through my head, all with the same synapse, instantly dismissing my existence, as though I was never here.  I wail.

Then I relax as I wake. Reality stops overwhelming me for now.  I lie exhausted, mostly inside my head.

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The artwork entitled The Tree of Pain is reminiscent of Edvard Munch's The Scream of Nature With a macabre view of the world via dramatic colorations, impulses can be felt any place where life has just been.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

El Flamboyan de Puerto Rico

Old San Juan.  2012
Puerto Rico.  2012
Hands down, the "flamboyant" tree is the world's most colorful.  With waterfalls of flowers that -- up close -- look like expensive bouquets of orchids, the Flamboyan, pronounced with its accent on the last syllable, takes a striking pose against the pastels of old San Juan's buildings and skyline.  The entire island of Puerto Rico is pleasantly dotted with Flamboyans, a subject of much of their art.