© Iskra Johnson 2010
Who needs to study with the Asian masters? Just get out your fourwheel drive....It's the first snow of the year here. Just back from a walk for hot chicken soup with rice, thank you Maurice Sendak. I never tire of the street's positive/negative mysteries. How to make marks that have the beauty of randomness, the art of artlessness--I aspire to this.
From Aaron Zube, friend and collaborator in San Francisco. A universal symbol set that carries its message effectively in large, medium and small. I just want to know why there are no double scoops. Since San Francisco is experiencing winter fogs and clammy temperatures, this image sequence may have been utilized as part of a shamanistic ritual to reinstall the sun. Trade you Seattle's 101 degrees for whatever wistful autumnal breezes you've got down there!
Tonight someone set fire to an island in the middle of a little lake that the fire engines can't get to and as far as the eye can see the sky is filled with pink smoke. I found out the cause of the fire while having a jamocha ice cream cone at Baskin & Robbins.... For new prints on the theme of The Ice Cream Man, or "meditations on desire," see new work at Iskra Fine Art.
Travels: San Francisco, Utah, and home to Seattle's airport parking lot with its beautiful guiding arrow. Please, shuttle driver, don't run me over, this is important!
The floor of the FranklinCovey Printing plant may not exactly qualify as the Street. But it definitely holds poetry. This is part of a larger photo essay which will be posted soon on Flicker or PhotoBucket.
What I love about walking in the city is looking down at the ground. That
trance-state when your eyes lead you forward and then stop you in
stillness under the shadow of a telephone pole and its coiled yarn or in front of a dumpster
lid on which years of abrasion have carved electric z's.
Maybe all love notes should be encrypted. Found O, construction site, upper Greenwood.
