Posts Tagged ‘Art’

Essence

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013

Justin's Note

It is in recognition of the ironical that I communicate essence via digital connection. But here is the deal, if we get what essence is, we walk into balance as human beings and digital becomes an asset of high worth.

The note above was written during the last days of my friend Justin Doty, as he eyed his end here. It was shared by his life long love, Harmony Scott.  Breathe, then take it in. What he says on the note pad is exactly what I said, as I launched into my career in Photography.

Solitude created me as an Artist. I am not special in that regard.

essence |ˈesəns|
noun
the intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of something, esp. something abstract, that determines its character: conflict is the essence of drama.
• Philosophy a property or group of properties of something without which it would not exist or be what it is.
• an extract or concentrate obtained from a particular plant or other matter and used for flavoring or scent.

So much of life gets lost in being led by the voice on the end of a digital leash. I have been thinking a lot about that of late. You may want to as well, possibly. Do your connections make you happier? Or do they lead to something else?

You see, we are informed by essence. Anything less, is just inferior. Being informed is very significant to our sense of peace and yes, personal power as individuals, and vital members of a community or tribe.

Here is an interesting performance by Nahko Bear. Life. Essence. The song is called “Wash it away” .

I have been spending a lot of time in the water this week. Some radical life stresses were left at the shore, as I was forced to follow the call of the Ocean’s voice and conditions, that is such an intrinsic part of who and what I am, and informs my career as a water photographer and film maker. Here are a couple of about 40 A listers.

Taylor Bruynzeel

Glow

I got to spend some time with my colleague and friend Shawn Alladio this week. By phone. Again, the digital leash. We don’t talk much by phone. But it helps some time. It generally leads us to the essence that is our friendship. The real.

My friend Tom Pohaku Stone and his family dropped in this week as well, headed down coast after a board building stint in Watsonville. Their essence left me feeling embraced, and loved.

Ed Brenegar, who has been staying with Donna and I, hit the road for his home and Church on the East Coast this week. He has been working on a project called the Spectacle of the Real. I highly recommend his latest entry, titled “The Art of the Real”  for those of you in pursuit of essence.

My lovely wife and I got to share a beautiful Indian Summer eve on the beach here in Ventura the other day. Here is an image. She is actually shooting an iphone video of the sight to share with her Betty B Community. Not everyone gets to see what you do. This is where sharing matters: when it leads to the happiness and connectedness of others.

Indian Summer

Mind the white noise that is modern digital culture. Surround yourself with the real. In so doing, your life and work will matter.

This connection culture is all so very new. There is much to be learned in the managing of it’s digital tools so that our lives enhance rather than degrade in their usage.

Essence is everything.

Golden California

 

Imaging Accountability and Authenticity

Wednesday, September 25th, 2013

McGrath Farms

In the pretense of living in the now, it is not that uncommon for both people and business to overlook the manner in which they are able to affect things on the global stage. The connection culture of today, brings with it, an ever greater demand for accountability.

Accountability is one of “those things”. It is a tenet which is (hopefully) acquired at some stage in a person’s life, and (again,hopefully) as they grow, and the scope of the world in which they live enlarges, it scales. If it does not, you really could see some larger scale problems arise.

In his blog today, Seth Godin writes on going Beyond  Geography.  A lot of us who are connected to Seth via his groups: Triiibes, Linchpins or Krypton College, have been watching him expand the scope of his work, and are finding it a large and scalable resource in the building of our own projects.

Something many do not know about my work (I am a surf photographer right?) is that due to my connection to our world, and manner that I experience it, that I am frequently asked to engage in organizational development for scalable concept Companies and Organizations.

Recently, after a number of things came to light in a project which I was heavily invested in over a period close to two years, and just as it appeared I had brought funding and some needed structure to the company, I resigned. Why? Accountability. Whose? My own. I could no longer be on “that team” and do what they needed me to do. So I left. The act of doing so of course, is like tearing a piece out of one’s life. But when that portion threatens to corrupt the whole, we must make a choice.

Right now I am involved in the development of a total of six, large concept, scalable companies in my work.

One which I am Co Founder of, is the Oceanlovers Collective, which is a concept company designed to connect people who love and know the Ocean, to a world which does not have the first hand understanding which the Ocean Tribe possesses.

The idea behind the company, is to develop Ocean themed media and products which reflect the Authenticity of the Tribe members, and convert both the intellectual property and any profit into benefit, for Change Agents around the world. Oceanlovers is a connector.

Oceanlovers

The other projects range in interest from benefit driven Non Profits, Technology based solutions for Global Scale Environmental challenges, to product based Companies who want to increase their level of connection and authenticity, as they pursue market traction and growth.

Of course in between all of this, lies my ongoing Editorial work, as well as my work with Corbis Images.

In each and every one of these projects, the most recurrent themes are Accountability and Authenticity.

Because without those two things as siblings, nothing scales correctly.

It is frequently said that a picture is worth a  thousand words. Indeed. I frequently state in public speaking forums “A Photo can tell a thousand lies. Wouldn’t you rather it communicate some Truth?”

For an Artist, indeed for all who choose to communicate the creativity which love causes to flow through us in our work, it is our own hearts which we must diligently watch over.

It is illustrated to me repeatedly in all these things, that it is a battlefield out there.

The best that we can do is to not become a victim of that.

Accountability is our shield.

Aloha nui loa.

Bali

Messenger Arc

Friday, June 22nd, 2012

 

It was foretold in the beginning, that the day would come.  In those early times, Man lived in harmony with all that surrounded him. His days were long in the Earth, and he had Communion with every thing. His Creator enveloped  him in a joy and order, that brought great resonance of heart with all that was.

Soul to soul to Spirit, such was the nature of order in those times.

Prophecy is a strangely wonderful thing. In the expounding, there is always something of significance to be learned. It will draw the heart of man back to a place of comfort and confidence.

But there are always other choices to be made. We really get to choose, what it is that we will follow,  believe, expound and embrace as our truth.

The Messengers  were called back first.

Messenger

Messenger

It was at the end of those days and in a time, when  Men would call evil, good, and  in so doing, brought the world to a place of great peril. Hearts darkened, they drank of the cup of death, for soul and planet, and knew not the Truth nor recognized it as any source of order.

Hard to imagine, now, what that must have been like, as we walk in this beautiful, perfect, blue and green laced globe, where Love reins, and all, as in an arc, is so similar to that time of genesis.

Her name is Neosanctum now, and she is again, refuge to all that is sacred, and in great harmony. Mother of all life.  And once more, there is joy in the Coastlines and Islands.

Elohim

Elohim

 

                                                Baruch malakhi Adonai.

 

I am just back from a week of creative work in Northern California. This piece is a tiny slice of what was created. My fiance, Donna Von Hoesslin flew up to meet me and do some work,  as did Photographer Larry Beard of Solitary Exposure, our new Art agency, where you can see and purchase works like these illustrated above.

The Solitary Exposure Collection is linked here.

Synergy

Saturday, June 16th, 2012
Synergy

Synergy

 

synergy |ˈsinərjē| (also synergism |-ˌjizəm|)
noun
the interaction or cooperation of two or more organizations, substances, or other agents to produce a combined effect greater than the sum of their separate effects : the synergy between artist and record company.

 

Synergy should equal success. Success is relative, as well as transitory. Quite frequently we see illustrated in a very stark manner, that the end, well it really not only did not justify the means, but it may become a darker version of the original problem.

Seth Godin writes accurately about how to develop a synergistic response here.

Set a good initial premise. Do it by discovering the real Truth, then develop the solution.

When studying in Bible College, I heard a lecturer say something that changed my perspective forever.

Paraphrased, he taught on this principle: “Most people make a plan, go to implement it, and then pray that God will bless it and that they will be successful. That rarely works out so well. I learned long ago to go to God, ask Him what the plan is, then go do it. That way it is already blessed and I have Faith that it and I, am destined to succeed”

When you see the term “Follow the Light”, what that really means, is that you should be walking in it from the start.

Synergy is beautiful.

 

The Beauty of Story

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

I stepped out of a marriage of over 22 years into an odd situation at the age of 44.

Having been married for most of my adult life, and walked a less than conventional path, the roadmap of memories and tales was rather, um, let’s say: convoluted. I had done a lot of things which when examined from our cultural perception of “normal”, were far from any definition of the term.

That, surfaced immediately, when I began to ply the dating seas. I learned early on that it was best to not really talk about what I had done in life that was interesting to me. (why I did those things) and maybe pick a more banal means of explaining my life history. Made for a longer date, I found.

I applied myself to dating, in similar fashion to how I learn anything. I study, organize, and totally immerse myself in the experience. That modus left me with a long list of women to meet. So for a couple months I dated. The process is what taught me a lot about the art of the story, or for me, the weaning and reducting of the details, of the story of my life.

I would go on 1-2 dates per day. And in doing so, I learned that women tend to have a great mistrust of the tales we men tell them. The fly in the ointment being ,that I really had no agenda (for them). I just wanted to figure out what being single meant. So I dated. And dated. And dated some more. I met some really neat gals, and in process, realized that people tend to not believe much of what they are told, if it is secretly, what they want to hear.

I think that the very best example, was a woman I will call  Y. Y was a beautiful Oriental woman who worked for a local Biomedical Tech company. Particularly inquisitive, she pressed me for the details of my past and present life. Keep in mind that almost two months of dating college had transpired. I was about up to my neck fed up ,in masking who and what I was, in order to carry on what would pass for a normal conversation. So I let Y know what was in my past. My athletic careers, car racing and building, radio and TV work, Company development, Environmental work, my great kids and the fond and long term relationship I had existed within, with my former wife.

Then I told her about what I was doing at that moment. Traveling as an Editorial and Commercial Sports and Lifestyle Photographer and Writer, working in Motion Picture. I talked about some of the adventures I had experienced most recently. I did the Journalistic account of the life of David F Pu’u. Who, what, when, where, why and how.

And Y simply looked at me. Unflinching. Out of the blue these words came out. “I will never let you use me for sex”. Y left me going in circles with that one. But then I realized something.  People use the Art of the story, quite frequently, to gain a foothold in your heart. But the problem for Y and I, is that this was not my intention. I was simply fed up, after 2 mos of NOT telling my story, and conforming to the dance, which I had learned, really is descriptive of the dating process.

A somewhat awkward goodbye transpired, and I figured we were pretty much done. But three days later, Y called, and I reckoned that I could tolerate another date. Heck, maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. So we met in a Thousand Oaks restaurant, for a cocktail, me having driven down from Ventura, and pretty much right away, Y revealed her tack. I had not said too much this time, to be honest. “David, why are you lying to me? I told you, I am not letting you use me for sex”

My response was to tell her what I had done since we last met. Which brought up some of the wonderful women I get to work with. Y grew flustered, when I finally politely told her that I really had no sexual agenda where any woman was concerned, and that this dating thing, was me getting feet down on the ground, and learning, after being half of a couple all my life what being single really meant.

A strained hug and kiss on the cheek and a faint “see you” and I in a much relieved fashion, went back to my car. What had just happened? Well, whatever it was, I felt violated. I also realized that Y maybe had “issues” which possibly required me to run, as fast as possible, in the other direction. But here is the deal. I never run away from scary stuff. I always run at it. Makes for a better story if you know what you are doing.

So the next day I rang Y up. (I know, against the rules. Too soon) “I was wondering if you and I could meet for dinner next Friday? I am meeting friends down your way.” I had told Rick, a pal of mine who happened to live nearby in Westlake, and Kathe, a close friend and one of the women I enjoyed shooting with, the story of Y. They both reckoned she was crazy. But I maintained that I could be as much to blame as she. Well, Y said “sure”, and I went about the work week subtly, and possibly sadistically, looking forward to our “date”.

Kathe, as is her sense of humor and style, showed up looking  striking in a low cut top,  short skirt, 5 inch heels, and close to six feet of lithe brunette wonderfulness. I think Rick showed up looking like a version of Mr GQ rugged, on a superbike. (Three against one). The thing is, these were my dear friends. Family. We weathered the seas of change in life together. They were a part of my story, and I theirs. We loved each other. I was convinced Y was in a desert devoid of that.

So in the course of dinner and conversation, both of my friends, let Y know that I was a liar, by telling her the rest of the story about me, that we mattered to each other. As I looked into Y’s eyes and saw reality dawn on her, I got it. I understood being single, dating, everything. Anyone who a man or woman chooses to be with must merit (deserve) those precious moments that comprise the existence which we call life. Y did not. She simply was not qualified.

The next day, I was a bit surprised when my phone rang as I was on set working on a film (Vibrate mode) and it was Y. This is what she said. “Hey, I have a sister. I think you two would really like each other” Bingo. The win. She got it.

Love your life and story. It really is all that you have.

Here is a great and well timed blog by Seth Godin on A True Story.

Today I head up to Silicon Valley with my Fiance, Donna Von Hoesslin, and friend and colleague, Dr Andrea Neal to do a LOT of amazing things. But one of them, is to sit on a panel of people who are a part of a project called the Sea-Space Initiative. I just read 24 biographies. I look forward to THEIR stories and hopefully I can add some salt water from my own, as we examine Space, Sea and the destiny of mankind.

This film, by Dana Saint, and his girlfriend, is called A Story for Tomorrow. I always share it when possible. Watch it and you will know why. Have a tissue handy.

Below are a few images from the ridiculousness of my wonderful life. Each is a story. It is the only thing we have, our lives, and our story. Best thing that one can do for humanity, is to tell yours.

 

 

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