Going Live, Coming Home

It's not often that I get to see my work in print, to scale, and properly framed all at the same time. 

Sure, there is the occasional book cover, but those are usually a fraction of any given photo's size. And then there are portraits, which most people prefer to keep around 8x10". 

As a result, seeing some of my local nature imagery along with photo art on a truly displayable scale and in a well-chosen frame, to boot, put a real smile on my face.

My Wanderer-esque landscape managed to retain its colors on canvas, to my surprise.

And my artistic triptych, Et in Arcadia Ego, turned out rather nostalgic rather than "morbid." I almost wished that I output it on an even larger scale, which was possible.

Man in late Modernity and especially in Postmodernity has largely been removed from the fruits of his labor. Countless paper pushers do not get the tangible perception of their work that has been the case for thousands of years in traditional fields like agriculture. Even artists and designers often see their work displayed virtually on the web exclusively. Thus, being able to touch and hold one's creative work is kind of like coming home.