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Paros news, part II, and travel ahead…

By John on June 25, 2012 in 4×5 photography, craft, darkroom work, Greece, Paros, quiet islands, rangefinder camera, silver darkroom, skill and craft, spring in the Aegean, working

Once again I find myself at Mikro Cafe updating this electronic epistle, free to whomever wishes to read it and in doing so, please respond. I arrived after my 12 day island-hop with fifteen rolls of exposed 120 film and I have developed it all. This is important because it means that I may not have to bring my heavy medium format camera to Italy in the fall, which also means no tripod, no film, etc…What a literal load off my shoulders! I can concentrate on digital color and get to know my new Leica M8 during the Italian session. There was an issue in the darkroom, however, dealing with the near-tropical conditions. In short the water coming out of the tap was 24-25C and I need the chemistry to be 20C. The ambient room temperature was also 24-25C which meant that all the metal canisters and film reels were all 24-25C. The upshot is that even if I drop the chemistry temp to 20C the second I put the soup in the can, the temp will rise 2 degrees at least, thus dropping the developing time. This was my solution:

I made the initial film rinse at 16C, thus dropping the can/reel/ temp to 20C. Then I can add the 20C soup and it will at least be stable for a couple of minutes before the ambient room temperature raises the can of soup a degree or so. Now, since I have been under developing my PlusX by N-2 anyway in this darkroom I have to adjust the time again, this time for ambient temperature. For this round of work I dropped the time to N-5 and the effects are very nice indeed: good separation in the shadows, nice highlights that are not overexposed and a balanced contrast. Considering that many of the images were made in the height of the Greek sun (10:00-15:00, or 5800K) I am very pleased with the results.

Paros is much the same. The Watercolor Workshop and the Digital Photography Bootcamp finished and hung a small exhibition last Friday which was lovely. I was impressed by the photographers and enchanted by the watercolorists. Some of the photographers had never worked in this kind of digital dynamic before and their work was terrific: all illustrated an excellent use of negative space, lovely light/shadow, texture and elegant composition in the work. The watercolors were ethereal and splashed with colors, bright and soft. There were some students who had never worked in this medium as well but that wasn’t apparent. This is a testament to both their innate skill and that of their instructor. There are more tourists on the island, but it is not crammed with people. I am sure this is making some business owners nervous about their futures, but the summer hasn’t really arrived and the July and August crowds will write the book on this piece of marble in the blue sea.

I leave Paros for the USA in about a week. I would like to think I will have a relaxing time back in New York but my time will be short and I have much to do, many people to see and commitments to keep. I will be off-island and out of the EU for a month and then return at the very beginning of August. As the plan goes I have about three weeks here and then I am off to visit a friend in England for a couple of days and then head to Italy, Ravenna and finally Pistoia and the Villa Rospigliosi where I meet up with the rest of the school for the Italian Session. I have a lot of work to do for the fall. My portrait project must continue and I need to push that a bit if I am to stay on schedule for the beginning of printing in October. I am thankful for all the work I have done so far and I am a little ahead of schedule in the darkroom, but I must not rest on my laurels. My role as student/intern is unwritten but the future looks bright, at least from this vantage point.

JDCM

Sifnos, hiking and going home…

By John on June 18, 2012 in craft, Cyclades stone walls, darkroom work, Greece, Paros, quiet islands, silver darkroom, skill and craft, spring in the Aegean, working

I left Serifos almost three days ago. It was sunny and warm and the northern wind was Force 7. The ferry arrived shortly after 12:00 to take me to Sifnos and off I went, rolling a bit in the sea, but enjoying being back on the road, so to speak. How do I describe Sifnos? If Serifos is the rugged, rough and rocky island then Sifnos is its more quiet, calm and well-preserved cousin. It is not as if either are not developed, but Sifnos has been developed in a more thoughtful way while Serifos will always bear the scars of 19th and 20th century industrial manhandling. In short, Sifnos is lovely. The towns are small, the island running roughly north-south and the ambient charm all Greek, all Cyclades, all the time. Sifnos is the ‘Island of Potters’ and the number of ceramic workshops dotted across the landscape speak to that, but this was not always the case. At one time Sifnos was an island of gold and other metals which made it very wealthy. Each year the inhabitants gave a golden egg to the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. The end came around 500BC when, as legend has it, the Sifnains gave a gilt egg instead of a solid one and so brought on the wrath of the god who flooded the mines thus ending their prosperity. Just a warning from history about taking shortcuts! In any case, the island was eventually part of the Duchy of Naxos, then suffered under the Turks and then finally liberated in 1830 along with the rest of Greece. The history is more complex than what I have just written and you can read a bit more here.

My stay so far has been relaxed yet very active. I have been taking pictures and have only a single roll of Plus-X 120 to shoot. If I don’t manage it I won’t kick myself because I know I will be back here soon but I would like to finish up the pack. The quality of the walls here on the island is magnificent and I have been documenting them extensively. Like most of the islands there are stone walls everywhere but the level of preservation here is well above the others. I imagine this has more to do with the importance of agriculture when compared to other islands. More agriculture means infrastructural relevance which translates to a pragmatic upkeep of existing bulwarks and boundaries. There are olive groves covering open areas and along myriad terrace farms while fields of barley grow wherever flat ground can be tilled. One striking short journey is from the port of Kamares to the primary town of Apolonia. Through the long winding uphill valley the olive groves line the road, hugging the steep hillsides, their silvery green-grey leaves standing out in stark contrast to the dried golden hue of the surrounding flora. The Port of Kamares is small. I like port towns and it is quiet when one compares it to Adamas or Paroikia. There is something about being so close to the hub of travel that excites me. Once again I am reminded of the millennia preceding me and the countless footsteps that have traveled the path I now tread. Not much has changed, I think. Not really.

I have been staying at Simeon’s Rooms and Apartments. It is clean, neat, the terrace of my double room looks out over the bay and I have a lovely view of the sunset. The owner and his family have been very helpful during my stay and I highly recommend the place. They also seem to run a small taverna about 100 meters from the dock where I have been happily eating for the past two nights. I tend to stay away from overly-complex new-wave Greek cuisine in favor of local home cooking and I have found it here. The kolokithokeftedes I had two nights ago were fluffy on the inside and crisp on the outside. They were a perfect match to the garlicky tzatziki. I could spend a week here and really explore the restaurants but in the end I am a creature of habit and when I find a place I like, I stick with it. I’ll be there again tonight, this time for imam baldi, salad and something else to be decided upon later.

Sifnos is also noted for its hiking. There are many well-marked trails running throughout the island and all of them well maintained. I have been on two jaunts so far, the same one really, but tough enough to make the second time as challenging as the first especially in hot weather. My choice has had more to do with the high northern wind and my search for a quiet beach away from whatever crowds are here. I chose the path that runs on the southern tip of the island from the small seaside village of Vathi to Fykiada Bay. The hike to the bay was mostly downhill and I covered the 3km in about 25 minutes. The return trip took 40 minutes. I brought 1.5L of water, some fruit, sunblock and other beach necessities. The fine, sandy beach is nestled in a quiet cove and I saw no other humans the entire time, including during the hike. The only other souls were a few goats running around the scrubby, rocky hillsides and the beach. There is an abandoned farm behind the beach and an olive grove stretches another half kilometer to the NE. I loved walking through the grove, feeling very much like I had discovered this place for the first time. In the middle sat the old farmhouse, crumbling stone barns and other outbuildings. I wandered around the place for a while today, snapping pictures.

This is my last evening of my island hopping adventure. I have been away from Paros for less than a fortnight yet it feels like a month since I have sat at Mikro Cafe for coffee or watched the sunset from the terrace of Pebbles. My friends at the Aegean Center have been busy with their watercolor workshop and their digital photography boot camp. I have been working as well, but at a different pace. Tomorrow afternoon I board the Aqua Jewel for the three hour voyage to Paroikia, a place I hope is becoming my home. I have loved my break and there have been moments when I have lost track of time. This has been a cure for my restless mind. I have met some very interesting people and I hope to see them again in the future but as I write this my thinking is already beginning to shift. After over a week of being off-island I need to clean my apartment and air it out; I need to finalize some details with my mentors regarding the fall; preparations need to be made for my trip back to the USA in two weeks; I have to develop 15 rolls of Plus-X…the list could go on, but you get the drift. Reality seeps back in to the fantasy of life on the road and reminds me where I need to be standing. I can have my head in the clouds all I want but my feet need to be firmly attached to the earth in order to properly fix my position with the wandering stars.

JDCM

Charmed by Serifos…

By John on June 15, 2012 in autumn, craft, darkroom work, Greece, quiet islands, skill and craft, spring in the Aegean

Some would say that Serifos is a desolate place, barren and dry with few amenities. I have found the opposite to be true. It has just the right amount of mod-cons for me. It has one bank, one petrol station, wonderful and accessible beaches, excellent hiking, beautiful vistas, local grocery stores (no franchises) and a very friendly and hospitable local population eager to help an intrepid traveler from across the sea. There are many restaurants, most of which fall into the middle-of-the-road category, a few that are trying to impress and at least one where I wish I had been eating all along. First, the bad news…

I ate at ‘Aloni’ last night. This place is situated on the hillside just below the Chora, overlooking the harbor. It is a lovely view and the restaurant itself is relatively new having opened in 2007. I was pointed in its direction by a local business owner and I must admit it has many qualities I found enjoyable. I sat outside and ordered simply: saganaki and a half-kilo of lamb chops with fried potatoes. The sagankai was perfect-crispy on the outside and gooey and hot inside. I didn’t need to ask for lemon as it was served with a large chunk on the side, same with the lamb. This, for those who don’t know, is something I have had to ask for on both Ios and Milos. It is traditional. The lamb chops were alright, a bit overdone, but the fat was crunchy and the meat still tasty if a bit dry. The potatoes were decent. Now, the downside. I chose to sit next to two Greek men about my own age who were loud and boisterous, always on their mobiles and every third word out of their mouths seemed to be ‘malaka’. I know it has multiple meanings and was probably being used in an affectionate and friendly manner, but I don’t need to hear it all through my meal at such a high volume. Plus, how do I know it was being used affectionately? In any case, back to the meal. After finishing my entree I sat for at least 35 minutes with no sign of the waitress (not uncommon, and normal, so no big deal) but when I called her over she disappeared into the restaurant and returned with my check, which I had not yet asked for. I guess I wasn’t having dessert. I paid the bill and left, feeling as if I had been given the ‘bum’s rush.’ I was let down, to say the least.

Tonight, however, I found a secret restaurant, hiding in plain sight. Next door to my hotel is the Hotel Cyclades. The Hotel Cyclades is located away from the main cluster of the port restaurants and not in Chora, so they seem to be a little in the background of the hustle and bustle that is downtown Serifos. I was overjoyed at being able to have a starter of melitzanosalata (acidic and rich) then a mixed dish of gigantes, imam and roast pork in lemon sauce. I even ate the bread, which I usually try to avoid. It was the best I have had here, chewy and flavorful. The dessert was a traditional sweet cake and they brought me an excellent double espresso to wash it down. Really superb and my kind of Greek food. No pretense, no flash and no trying to ‘out-restaurant’ anyone else. Just good Greek home cooking. I cannot speak of their rooms but I imagine that they are as basic, clean and neat as these kind of family establishments tend to be. Next time I visit Serifos, I will try to eat there more often.

As I sit outside at the Serifos Yacht Club, listening to a mix of world groove and enthusiastic action from the European Football League playoffs on the big screen I am washed in a balmy breeze from across the small harbor. The parade of life that is Serifos on a Friday night wander past, off to dinner, cafes or coming home from one of the same. I have yet to pack my bags for my short boat ride to Sifnos tomorrow at noon. I have to return my trusty Suzuki Vitara in the morning and pay my hotel bill. Yes, I will say ‘ephcharisto para poli’ and ‘yassou!’ to Serifos but only for a short time. I am looking forward to returning, perhaps in the fall when the crowds have thinned out and Serifos is once again the Serifians. I will hope to find some sun in the gradually shrinking days of autumn, dine at the Hotel Cyclades and find a less aggressive light in the whitewashed streets of the Chora to photograph. I will bathe in the sea, still warm from the summer heat and count my lucky stars that I have been able to experience this place, this small island of Serifos.

JDCM

Serifos, first impressions…

By John on June 13, 2012 in craft, darkroom work, Greece, silver darkroom, skill and craft, spring in the Aegean, Uncategorized, working

After the busy-ness of Milos, I boarded my beloved Aqua Jewel and headed north to Serifos for another 3-4 day stay on that little island. I had been told by one Greek person that Serifos “was spoiled”. I am not sure what she meant but I have found the exact opposite to be true. This is a charming place; rugged, undeveloped in the ways of other islands and, in the words of another friend, like Greece was many years ago. Yes, there are tourists, but not so many. There are boats in the harbor, but again, not so many. It is, in some ways, similar to a little backwater town that is somewhere off the tourist maps. I mean this in a good way. The locals are very hospitable, the food is tasty and the beaches are lovely. I spent the early morning and mid-afternoon on a quiet beach called Vagia (vay-ya)on the island’s southern side. There was no one there the entire time. This may to do with the month since June is not the high season for them, but in reality I needed my little Suzuki Vitara to get down to the sand. Also, there is no public transport so you must drive there. It is too far to walk and the heat even at 10:00hrs grows oven-like. In any case, I swam and basked in the sun for a while, then did some crunches, my bicycle pumps and some stretches before having another swim, drying off in the sun and heading back off to take some pictures.

One of my favorite subjects is old equipment left over from the influx of humans and their work. Like Milos, Serifos was heavily mined, but only since 1885. The mines closed in 1963 and what is left is fascinating. Ore carts, tracks, trucks, buildings, machinery of all sorts lay scattered around parts of the island, primarily in Mega Livadi and Koutalos. I am enthralled by this milieu as it always reminds me of the poem ‘Ozymandias’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley. These wrecks of industry lying powerless among the thorns, rocks and heat are a reminder of the futility of mankind’s hollow greed and hubris. Someday when the human species has disappeared from the face of the Earth, the Earth will swallow the remains, turning them back into the minerals and metals from which they came. We all return to the Earth, it seems, even our tools. This may sound bleak but I find great comfort in knowing that the Earth is a more powerful force than we are. It keeps me right-sized. As a photographer I find endless textures and shades of color in these objects and they contain a beauty all their own. I had to do some hiking to get the images I wanted but these places are not roped off and are safe to approach as long as one uses common sense and simple caution.

My hotel is situated on the peralia, the strip of road the runs along the half-moon of the natural harbor. The Hotel Maistrali is a clean, neat place and the owner Bobbi is a charming host. We have already had conversations concerning politics, mining, and Serifian history. He has looked at the map with me and told me of the high and low points to see and avoid. Not much to avoid, but still…I found his place via another travel website which is also a wealth of Greek information. I am here for another two full days and am looking forward to more photography, more beach time and general sightseeing. Tonight I will have dinner in the chora, the older town up on the hillside overlooking the harbor.

JDCM

Painting, portraits and 4×5 photography…

By John on March 26, 2012 in 4×5 photography, craft, darkroom work, Greece, Paros, silver darkroom, skill and craft, spring in the Aegean, Uncategorized, working

The Fayum portrait I am copying

I have discovered an excitement and love of painting. That is the only way to describe how I feel. Using this medium to see light as opposed to the photographic process is a joy. Although I tend to be a ‘fast’ painter, the inevitability of having to let paint dry keeps me from getting to far ahead of myself. We are still engaged in tonal studies, but have branched out into some color variations based on ‘hot’ and ‘cool’. Very interesting. We have also begun the ‘Fayum’ process as well and using the tetrachromy is a challenging form that dates back to the beginnings of the Common Era (30 ACE to the 3rd century). Art historians believe that these colors are actually the four used by the Greeks in the 4th an 5th centuries BCE and reference the four elements. The spiritual aspect of this intrigues me. The Fayum portraits themselves seem to have survived purely by chance while only written descriptions exist of the height of Greek painting from the classical age. As a student of history I am happy to be looking at this course from both an artistic and academic point of view.

This afternoon I cleaned up the light studio and set up the four studio lights and scrims we use here at the Aegean Center. This means that I can begin my portrait work this week, I hope. I will use my 4×5 camera and produce images similar to the portraits made in the late 19th century. The lighting will be dramatic and raking, borrowing more from the style of Rembrandt than anything else. My subjects will be students and locals and will be both an important part of my portfolio and my learning curve. This vision may change, of course and I may find I like the open studio light concept better than the drama. The composition will be head and shoulders only, 3/4 view or something like that. We shall see…

JDCM

6 days and eager to get going…and a little rant…

By John on February 21, 2012 in Greece, spring in the Aegean, working

I leave for Greece next Monday and I am, as you all know, eager to get on the road and back to what I love to do: work, travel and be anywhere but here. By ‘here’ I mean the country in which I live, not the circumstances, or is it the circumstances within the country…?

This place has lost its charm for me. There is little joy left in Mudville when I contemplate a life led here in North America. The Religious Right are taking over much of the country with their backward-ass medievalism; politics is becoming more obviously about money and elitism; the growth of the police state is of great concern since ‘The People’ seem to welcome it and the mainstream media circus provides Fear of the Outside World in much the same way that Ed Sullivan introduced his variety show–a little tease, the wind up and the pitch…Kapow! Watch out folks! The Boogieman is back in town, in fact he has never left and is hoping to turn your quiet and peaceful (both lies!) neighborhoods into cesspools (which they have always been, btw…) of moral and religious degradation. God, I am so tired of this place…

At least where I am going there is no doubt who the fascist/liberals/Greens/Commies are. They are upfront about it and do not speak in double-talk designed to confuse and disorient the voters. Protest is allowed and not cordoned off a mile away from the place of interest and , yes, sometimes it turns violent. What can one say? People are pissed off…

But I remain in eager need to be gone. I’ll start packing on Friday, but I have to inventory my socks and so forth to make sure they are all good. I’ll pick up some new ones if I need to. I have more film to shoot and develop, but I have time for that. There are a few odds and ends of errands I have to cross off the list, but otherwise I am good to go.

There are two art openings this spring in the area in which I will be represented. The first is a ‘small works show’ at Noble Horizons in May and the second is a 14th Colony gig in Millerton, also in May. I have two pieces being matted and framed as we speak and I’ll leave them with a friend to hand in. So yes, I am happy to be a part of something here in The West, but I will keep much of it at arms length at least, if not further away. Best not to get involved.

JDCM

12 days, 1200 Euros…

By John on February 15, 2012 in 4×5 photography, craft, darkroom work, Greece, Paros, spring in the Aegean, Uncategorized

My debacle with Greek Customs is all but resolved. Three of the four boxes I have sent have been delivered to Paros, safely and without incident. The other four that Customs snagged have been evaluated and the price is high, in fact it is as if I have to purchase everything again. They have assigned the value at 1200 Euros, just over 1500USD. Ouch indeed. As a good friend told me, I am now part of an exclusive club. I have little choice but to comply if I wish to have my possessions back. There is an avenue of appeal, but this would be a long, drawn out affair and in the end it is doubtful I would gain anything from it except to garner resentment from the Greeks. As my friend also reminded me, the customs agents probably have relatives on Paros so why make my life difficult? Give them their pound of flesh and be done with it. Lesson learned, but what lesson that is remains unclear. The good news is that the boxes have been released from customs and are waiting for me at the PO on the island.

I leave for Greece in 12 days and I am very excited. The mystery of the future fills me with hope and I am looking forward to being a beginner in school, working on my own photography and contemplating the possibility of my own, first, book. The recent news regarding the social unrest in that little country is unsettling, but according to friends I know in town the press has exaggerated the scale and scope. Yes, there are troubles both social an economic and many Greeks are distressed about their own abilities to cope. The good news is that they have gone through worse before and in more tense situations. WWII and NAZI occupation, the Junta of the The Colonels, the Greek Civil War…These all overshadow the current crisis and, in a way, keep the population centered around what they can do instead of what they are powerless to achieve. Their future, like all futures, is uncertain and I have faith that a solution will present itself. No one wants a return to the military rules of the past nor the brutal foreign dictatorships that governed with iron fists. Social reform and economic balance is never easy and the Greeks have their work cut out for them. Europe will not let them leave the EU so it is logical to feel that they would not allow them to leave the EuroZone.

This brings up the Euro itself, a troubled and controversial subject from its inception. It is incorrect to compare the EU system with that of the USA. Europe is not the US, thank the gods. Many analysts feel that the Euro was doomed front the start and perhaps they were right. Still, it is always easier to destroy than to build, seemingly more sensible to abandon than to support. Responsibility is a good place to begin and all of Europe must take responsibility for the failure or success of their fledgling currency. It is a brave venture to change 1500 years of historical divisions and nationalistic pride. It is a matter of faith and action which, I have heard, is like a blind man walking down the stairs. This painful growth spasm is just that. It will pass.

More to come…

JDCM

Counting down and mailing out…

By John on January 18, 2012 in darkroom work, Greece, Paros, silver darkroom, spring in the Aegean

I depart for Europe in about 40 days. By 1 March I will be back on Paros and in my apartment. I am looking forward to the next phase of my life, but I am nervous. Perhaps this will never go away. I have faith that if I show up, do the work I am assigned and participate in the human experience around me I will do well, and probably better than that. I am just nervous because for the first time in 10 years I am branching away from my biological family again and taking on the mantle of an adult, a garment I do not always wear well or properly.

I have heard that due to the economic crisis and possible political instability (from a US standpoint of course ) there may be a drop in enrollment this spring. This is believable in this day and age and perhaps this is one curse of the electronic info-era we currently live in. There has always been and always will be economic woes and political upheavals. The media has blown so much of this out of proportion that it feeds the fears of those who stay glued to their TV sets and believe everything they see and hear from that medium. As a student of history I am thrilled to be living through and in this period of time. Once again we are perched on the brink of change, imminent growth and cultural wisdom, but only if we take a helpful and positive track. Hiding in the shadows helps no one. As a species we are slowly overcoming many of the angers and fears that have directed our thinking for millennia. The currents flowing down the river of change are paced by the fierce creatures that run along its muddy banks. They wave crude spears and dark banners, shout slogans designed to divide and alienate and try in vain to alter the water’s course. But water always seeks its own level and these creatures have historically been left behind, rendered hoarse and obsolete by time. All of this is out of my hands. I am grateful for that.

I have mailed 5 boxes to Greece so far. 1 today and 4 last week. The first 4 have arrived and are being inspected by customs. If I have to pay fees for these I will, but I hope not. They are not consumer goods, but rather goods I have purchased for my own use at the Aegean Center. Most of it is used gear anyway. The rest are books–a small library consisting of some collections: Hemingway, Chekhov, Callahan, Kertesz, Frank, Ashbury, Oliver…the list goes on. To be honest I chose the best of my personal library and then weeded that out some more. Ex Libris Paros…

I have my painting supplies and will be carrying them in my checked baggage during the flight. There are no caustic materials and I am already in love with many of the names on the list…Permanent Alizarin Crimson, French Ultramarine, Payne’s Grey. Soon I will be an undeniable beginner again, a place I enjoy of only for its foolish zest and unknown questions. I will be asking for a lot of help in the next few months.

JDCM

Sleeplessness…

By John on January 11, 2012 in 4×5 photography, darkroom work, Greece, Paros, silver darkroom, spring in the Aegean

I have slept for a few hours and am now awake again. I am sleepless and need to examine my thoughts on virtual paper…

I have been preparing for my return to Paros for two weeks. This time it will be for an extended stay, not the three-months-on-three-months off that I have been experiencing for the past two years. To that end I have been divesting myself of my unneeded possessions, mostly books and musical equipment. I have given them away, with no misgivings. I have kept one guitar, a Fender Telecaster I bought in 1986. It is a candy-apple red 1962 re-issue and holds too much sentimental value to discard. The books are a mix of volumes never read, read too often and those whose message I have outgrown. Clothing has been gathered and that, too, will be given away. The monumental task of collating and burning the set of my 1200 CD collection has been accomplished and my laptop is now full of the best I have collected since the late 1980s, when CDs were first released. It is also a mix: classical, jazz, old rock, new rock…the list seems endless but of course is not. These will go to the local library in Hillsdale. I have packaged up four large boxes of goods to send ahead and will mail them tomorrow. One more box remains because I still have some darkroom work to take care of. This box will contain last minute odds and ends, some clothes, a few books and some more darkroom gear that I still need to process film. I cannot send any liquids, however, which means that my developers stay here in the US. I can purchase replacements in Athens. I have decided to take one extra checked bag with me this time instead of my usual backpack/camera bag combo. This will allow a few more items than I have usually taken with me.

It really feels like I am leaving, which I am, but this has been coming for a long time. I moved back to the Hudson Valley in 2004 for personal and family reasons and in many ways my job here is done. It is time to go. What I need to do for my family I can accomplish easily via email and telephone and I proved that last year when I adjusted insurance payments over the phone from the island after being alerted of a payment glitch via my Gee mail account. The modern world has its benefits but I am looking forward to the upcoming year, a year of photography, writing and painting. Will I begin and finish my book? Only Kronos knows and that giant sleeps too deeply to wake for the answer. The future, like always, is unknown, but this time it really feels as if I am departing for the next phase of my life. I have been a professional chef and an unknown rock musician, a composer of hook-laden pop tunes. These paths led to a certain point where I then abandoned them like a sailor diving into the ocean lest he go down with the ship. The lifeboat that found me has proved to be more than a rescue craft. Its design for living has been impressed upon me and I have followed it, despite my fears. These have turned out to be echoing voices from my distant past. Unfortunately I have listened to these voices too much, but to quote a line from an old Chinese morality tale, “How do I know?” Indeed, how do I not know that it was necessary for me to begin this new life now, on the eve of my 47th birthday, after enduring all that I have in the past? This is how it is, I think. There is always the illusionary choice of a straight line, filled with drudgery and boredom. I was on that track. As one of my sisters commented, living is not a straight line. There is no simple way to get from A to B. Perhaps there is no ‘A’ or ‘B’ at all. The life ahead is not a known set of coordinates on a chart. Each of us has his or her own map to design. Only hindsight shows us where we have come from and the seemingly strange coincidences that have made up our non-linear path.

JDCM

Promotional work, silver darkroom, boat strikes…and more…

By John on October 23, 2011 in darkroom work, Greece, Paros, silver darkroom, Uncategorized

I suppose the first thing to report would be the horrendous economic situation here in Greece. This is not really news, since the trouble is worldwide and everyone has been watching this little country sink lower and lower into disaster. On the island, however, the situation takes on a different flavor. Much of the protesting in Greece against the austerity measures has been in the transport industries. Trucks, taxis, buses, train and boats all strike periodically. Recently the dock workers and shipping crews have gone on strike, halting almost all boat travel through the Aegean Sea. This cripples a seafaring nation like Greece with its outlying island and archipelagoes. Paros is affected, obviously. The current boat strike began last Monday and was supposed to be lifted today, just shy of a week. Yesterday we received news that the strike had been extended to Wednesday, possibly Thursday. This is bad tidings for a small island dependent on the outside mainland for goods and service. We are lucky to have local farmers selling vegetables and grocery stores that still have some goods, but meat markets are running out of product and I am concerned that petrol stations will run short in the next couple of days, especially if people make a run for fuel. As my father told me, I am at the crux of history, so I shall keep my eyes open, my mouth shut and watch the intersections.

The promotional work I am photographing for a friend is moving along. She only needs three or four pieces for her website, but that still means the same amount of work for me. It is excellent experience and although I do not do this type of work often, I can see how my own aesthetic plays a large part in how I view the event. I suppose everyone brings their own vision to this kind of work. The results will reveal how I view this kind of labor. So far, so good, actually. Perhaps she’ll let me use one of these for the blog as an example.

The darkroom moves along and I hope to expose a roll of MF this afternoon and develop it as well. I am scheduled to be working in there tonight but I have forgotten when I signed up. I think 22:00hrs. I have to print at least one piece from the Villa, maybe two if I am lucky, so I can show them to Liz and see how she wishes me to proceed.

I have picked an odd time to move to Greece. I haven’t looked at any apartments yet, but that will be this week. I have two, maybe three to check out. One is a very humble flat in the middle of Paroikia and the other is a bit more lavish old house, I think, not quite on the outskirts of town. I don’t know the prices for either.

More to come…

JDCM

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