A while back I published the first in a series on smokers. This is the second. Advertisements
I’ve admired the work of the abstract expressionist artist, Mark Rothko for many years. His reduction of images to blocks of colour, mainly in the horizontal plane, appeals to me. The images are not complex; perhaps that’s the attraction. Though not specifically a landscape photographer I’ve produced many images in that genre. Most early pieces of my work are picturesque, over-sentimental, touristy pieces, but over the past 20 years, I’ve been attracted to stripping down the image, Rothko like, to bands or blocks of colour.
In this hectic world, we rarely get time to just stop and do nothing. And if we did we might look a little odd amongst the scurrying throngs. Smokers, on the other hand, have that ability. I envy them that peaceful, self-indulgent moment or two. Not that I’m advocating smoking. I’ve never smoked, but I can see the appeal in those few quiet moments they achieve.