kiwicafe
Featherston New Zealand
1955 . . . as a teenager I talked incessantly of photography & philosophy, my early twenties I hung out with photographers as I began my film editing career, I bought a variety of cameras, a faux snapper, more interested in film editing, travel and back deck philosophy through which
1964 . . . my curiosity took me from Wellington to Sydney, New York & Venice Beach. For 40 years have I enjoyed working with great clients; creative directors, writers, art directors, film directors, photographers, producers et al . . . hopefully I learned a thing or two
2003 . . . & so, newly divorced, I took the pledge, became ‘one of many’, an American Citizen & went Searching for Zane Grey’s America. For two glorious years I filmed, photographed & blogged my way around the American West
2006 . . . before returning to Aotearoa NZ, restoring a small vineyard and continuing to film, photograph and write. I exhibited & sold some images, harvested a great vintage of both red & white, sold the vineyard, edited a movie or two
2012 . . . & now, having discovered a whole new journey for myself, via Lou Gehrig’s Disease, I continue to practice my love for film | fotography | philosophy as best I can, I am in a good place, more will be revealed I guess :)
Hello Richard,
I only just saw your comment on the One Night Music page about using my songs in your film? You are more than welcome to do so. Feel free to email me if you want to talk more about it!
So mate how goes your search for glue?
I was trying to remember the exact moment that we first met – April 1992- and what it was you said that let me know we would be lifelong friends. I can’t recall with any degree of exactitude but I am certain it was about glue. Not that you ever used the word but you did describe becoming unglued, wanting to bind with others, looking for some other person, power, thing that you could stick to,etc you get my meaning…you generally get my meaning.
Certain animals are sticky by nature, their feet stick to surfaces, their tongues capture their meals, and who knows maybe some men do have “glue” on their insides (but I doubt it).
You have always had a paste jar within your reach but perhaps have forgotten the rudiments of it’s use – al you have to do is twist off the lid, dip the brush on the questionable “fragment” you espouse and move on. There really aren’t that many fragments in any of our lives -yours or mine- you are a loving man, gather, husband, brother, son and friend and as such you are not detached, isolated or alone at any time.
You can choose to stand alone but if you do so you cannot then question why you are fragmented. You can choose to stand upon your parents shoulders, alongside your siblings , hold hands with your friends and lovers and thereby complete the Richard Clark circle – an unfragmented life , maybe not the ideal circle but nevertheless round. We elect our augmentation. We elect our edges.
And so I end my note to you with my rejection that your being is fragmented ,that ain’t the sweet duckies boy I know and love.
Best
David
Wonderful views on that!
Richard, Your life has truly become your art, hence the title ‘Fragments of life’ is totally perfect, as your image collection expands with each week passing, it is presenting a wonderful document of your lives activities, just as a suggestion, to complete this life story, what about literally photographing even close to the back door, your natural visual sense seems to make even the most mundane highly interesting.
Oh yes and i have Skype now, so’s you can put me straight. D.xx
Posts like this brighten up my day. Thanks for tkanig the time.
Hello Richard,
Great to find out what you are doing – lost track of you after NYC – found you via your tribute to Zoren on the CB Blog site – will follow you from now on.
Just found your blog and have enjoyed it immensely – will be back for more.
:)