davidroddis.com is moving to The Grid

It’s an exciting day, because after much waiting and biting of fingernails, my invitation to The Grid beta has arrived!

I sense you scratching your heads.

The Grid is a new site engine that is powered by Artificial Intelligence.  Based out of San Francisco, the engineers of The Grid seek to revolutionize how web sites are built.

With The Grid, there are no templates and no designing to be done.  The concept is that you put in your content, and The Grid builds your website around it – not just builds, designs…  And the A.I. engine learns continually as you build, creating a unique site according to your preferences.

It’s going to be a learning curve, but I’m hoping that the results will be worth it. But don’t check out my site JUST yet… give me a day or two and I’ll notify you.

Make that a week or two.

In the meantime, check out The Grid and read about its philosophy here:
https://thegrid.io/

Why Flowers?

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David Roddis, “Rose Elegy (Don’t let me go)”, 2016.  Archival pigment print, various sizes from 17 x 22″

Roses from my balcony garden.

People ask me, “Why flowers?”

The actual question is really more, “Why flowers? Because, you know – flowers suck.” Or, “Why flowers? Couldn’t you come up with something, you know, more interesting?”

(Answers to those two:

“Yes, ha ha, don’t they just!  But isn’t that paper nice!”

and

“I’m the least interesting person in the room, next to you, so how could something more interesting come from me?”

Oh, yes. There’s p and v in the old guy yet.)

Why flowers? Really, truly, why?

Because I can watch them live, and bloom, and fade, and die, and I see that spring comes again – and it’s a rose but it’s not the same rose. Or is it?

I struggle to come to terms with this cycle. I’m 61 soon. I will follow in the flower’s path, and I need a roadmap, some signage, a way to have some dignity, a preparation, a sign that this is natural, beautiful. I need a way around my fear.

I want to hold on, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to break your heart or mine.  Don’t let me go.

That’s why flowers are my subject, my sorrow, my obsession.

This is how I hold on.

Handling light: Diffusing harsh sun

When you first start taking photographs, you tend to greet a bright, sunny day with excitement, thinking this will be an ideal day for taking pictures.

Unless you happen to be Helmut Newton, and who is anymore, you’ll soon find you are mistaken.  Sort of.

All things being equal, a sunny day can be ideal IF you are looking for a very high-contrast look – bright whites and deep shadows, and very little gradation in between.  So your first definition is “contrast”which is a measure of the difference in intensity between the blackest and the whitest point in the image.

You may want this as a creative effect for a black and white image. High contrast is arguably not so satisfying in the more realistic esthetic of color images; you will probably want the subtle gradations in the colors to come through.

Have a look at this snapshot, taken on my balcony, of a rose _DSC0002_0044.jpgI’m growing this year:

I deliberately used the light “as is” to show a high-contrast image.  The 12 noon light¹ here is very harsh, and you can see over-exposure in the petals that have been rendered with a silvery tone.

(Confession:  I used the “recovery” slider in Camera Raw to pull back the blown out highlights, so this image is an improvement at least over “just out of the camera”.)

Beginning photographers end up with a lot of pics like this.  You have to train your eye, but first you have to know what you’re looking for and how to troubleshoot.

Solution:
You can improve this situation by diffusing the light.

roseblooming-etal_0022.jpgThis is the principle that you can spread and soften the glare by arranging for the light on your subject to be shining through something translucent – in terms of pro equipment, a softbox, or umbrella for example.

If you are photo-walking, you can have your subject (if it’s human and not floral) stand just inside the shade thrown by a tree, or just inside a doorway.  Anywhere that’s not completely exposed to the unmitigated glare of sunlight.

With tongue in cheek, I simply grabbed a collapsible umbrella (the rain kind) and found a quick way to balance it so that it shaded the roses.  You don’t always need fancy equipment, and it’s good to be resourceful…!  Just be aware that if the umbrella had been brightly colored, that color cast would end up in the image.

Here’s the result: 

roseblooming-etal_0020.jpgI think it’s safe to say that this is an improvement.

Now we can actually see the subject without imagining we’re squinting; the colors are more subtly graduated.  You can see the luscious reds of the rose in a way that conveys their soft, velvety quality.

I rest my case.  Try this for yourself, if this idea is new to you, and don’t be afraid to experiment.

There really is no right or wrong way to do things, you know.  Once you get stuck in that groove, you may as well give your camera a subway token and send it out by itself, because you will have relinquished your creative control.

focal length :  50 mm
Spot metering on the red petals (to avoid rendering them too dark)
1/180 s at f 8
ISO 400


¹ (By the way, this problem is worst when the sun is high; the golden hours of dawn and dusk, with a low angle of rising or setting sun, are a different matter:  these times are traditionally exploited for gorgeous, soft lighting effects.  Get yourself up at 5 am in July and get thee to your favorite spot – and you’ll see why.)

~

The ART of VIOLENCE

David Roddis, “Love-tastrophes 1 and 2”/ 2016.

Mixed media.

(Original photographs produced as archival pigment prints; abraded; distressed with bleach and alcohol; toned with coffee; with addition of dried rose petals and [#2 only] artist’s blood.  Prints mounted on foam core and affixed to archival paper.)

Original pieces only, no edition.  Overall dimensions 19 x 13″, unframed.
©David Roddis, 2016.

1,900 CAD (for both pieces, framed.  Not sold separately)
Works will be framed in shadow-box format, with a depth of approx. 2 – 3″.

Enquiries:  david@davidroddis.com    /  1 437 580 3040

Am I running backwards in high heels?

Looking back at one’s own work is a – ahem – humbling experience, to put it mildly.  How sure one feels when one is just starting out with something!  And how red one’s face gets looking back at those pronouncements and assertions…

I spent some of tonight looking back back back through this blog.  I found the moment I acquired my Nikkor 105mm macro lens, my pride and joy – the lens that I sold 18 months ago to pay the rent.   That was a very sad, devastating day (yet if that’s what I consider devastation, I guess I’m pretty lucky…).

And when I look at what I’m doing now, and think about what I’m contemplating doing:

What I’m doing:

  • Changing hosting platforms from Wix to …?  well, I had hoped for The Grid, but they’re behind… and I’m looking at Big Cartel in the meantime.
  • Trying after 6 years to crack the code of online sales and wondering if it’s worth the effort
  • Creatively:  Using my images to layer, distort, stretch… new work at 5, 8, 10 feet wide, wall treatments and murals…
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David Roddis, “Dahlia Multiverse”, 2016. Design for a wall treatment / mural. 3′ x 8′ approx. Available as an artist’s proof archival pigment print, from 12″ x 22″. ©David Roddis, 2016. All rights reserved.

What I’m thinking of doing:

  • Acquiring a film camera and working with those tanks full of murky chemicals
  •  Acquiring an antique plate camera and – god only knows
  • Seeing what paint might do for me…

If there’s a more difficult way to do something, I’m on it.  Which reminds me:

Ginger Rogers once remarked, with maybe just a tiny trace of bitterness, about her famous on-screen dance partnership:

“I did everything Fred Astaire did.  And I did it backwards, in high heels.”

I’m beginning to understand how she felt.  It’s a smart, sharp-witted remark and it speaks a whole Encyclopedia Britannica of volumes about laboring in the shadow of an A-list superstar.

Sometimes the world’s eyes are locked in place on the brightest light, with no peripheral vision possible.  Is it fair?  Of course not.  But Ginger Rogers didn’t have – it.

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David Roddis, “Clandestine Movement in the Dandelion”, 2016. Design for a wall treatment / mural. 2′ x 6′ approx. Available as an artist’s proof archival pigment print, from 12″ x 22″. ©David Roddis, 2016. All rights reserved.

 

Think about it.  Fred Astaire was a slightly epicene, effete tap-dancer who exuded a creepy “get-my-uncle’s-hands-off-me” kind of sexual aura.  When I see him in “Funny Face”, where Audrey Hepburn, looking all of 18, falls in love with him, I almost can’t watch.

At a certain level, never mind how chaste it all is, it’s obscene.  This was a man who was born looking seventy-five years old and smelling like an old tin of Peek Freans biscuits.

He was also one of the greatest, if not THE greatest, jazz/tap dancer who ever existed, on or off the screen.  Baryshnikov envied him, for heaven’s sake!

Ginger Rogers, on the other hand, if not a drop-dead beauty at the level of a Hedy Lamarr or a Rita Hayworth, was a Hollywood-beautiful, wholesome, smart, hugely talented babe who could certainly fan the lust in the average red-blooded male, yet still be girl-next-door enough not to alienate women fans.

You could argue she had a head start in the popularity sweepstakes.  If she danced her life away backwards in high heels, it wasn’t for lack of talent or looks, she had plenty.

But you need so much more than talent and looks, gifts you’re born with.  You need perseverance, patience, a thick skin – and IT.  IT is charisma, star-quality, something you can’t put your finger on logically;  an “I know it when I see it” kind of thing.

If you can’t steal the limelight with all the assets at your disposal, there is something essential for that particular task that you lack, something that makes people stare, that enthralls them; something that makes people sit up and go YES; something that makes them long to be you at the same time as they realize they can never be you.

Now THAT’S given me something to think about.