“You don't make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, and the people you have loved.” ~ Ansel Adams
I would like to talk about an amazing, talented, inspirational artist, photographer and poet. He is an enigma, rustic, individual, honest, decent, stubborn, forthright, loyal and a caring man. Now this is strictly personal impression and point of view gather on a dear friend which I have known for over three years.
We met on G+ and I initially got to know him through a piece I did on him. I also wrote a poem titled "The Maverick" which was my humble attempt in capturing the essence of this man, Blair James Stuart. He told me he liked the poem so hopefully I made a point or two. This year I had the great pleasure of meeting Blair in person and can honestly say he is quite the gentleman, everything I expected and so much more.
So, the point of this post is to re-introduce Blair Stuart, Entrepreneur, Independent Freelance Photographer and Digital Visual Artist. He cares about folks struggling to be noticed in this electronic driven, social media influencing, bite map world around us. Additionally, he is a biker, a passionate animal rights and environmental advocate that is strictly “old school” when it comes to service and love of country.
Blair can be outspoken about corruption in government and the destruction of the western way of life. Articulate and driven, I’ve seen in Blair a honesty and masculinity that is somewhat of a dying breed in this day and age of roll over inclusion and or diversity with a culture destroying price tag.
Let me quote him “I am only too well aware of and understand the frustrations and the constant struggle faced by all independents; be they Artists, Authors, Photographers, Poets, Musicians, or Sculptors, to be discovered for the talent that we are. We sit outside of the Commercial mainstream and are, for all intents and purposes, ignored by them. I set up this site to provide a platform for the promotion of not only my own work, but the work of other International and Australian Independents; a platform from which to connect with and to a World Wide audience”.
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Finally, I have written a new poem for this post titled “A Sketch”. It was inspired by Arron Siskind who said it best “Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” I for one am a fan, friend and consummate supporter of this man, Blair James Stuart.
I drag colorless light from a full moon
To a canvas and begin a sketch of you
With a milieu of reds and golden rum
Your image is obverse to a setting sun
Methodically, I capture who you are
With dueling intricacies leveling on par
There’s a romantic soul filled with desire
And a broken heart building walls of fire
I know you! Amid sea urchins and dreams
A modest man; with an artistic flare it seems
As I paint each detailed line a dignity’s known
Silently amity’s returned to love that’s shown
An accepted male laden in ethos views
A thinker, a biker painted here in moods
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2015 ~ All Rights Reserved
Thank you for the continued support on all things posted by Diana Mary Sharpton. If you have a chance and are looking for beautiful prints, images, abstracts and designer tshirts I highly recommed www.stuartmediaservices.com. Have a blessed and safe evening or morning.
Peace Always D~
I do love you ... Sugar xxx
Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”