©2003, stan friedman - all rights reserved

Circles, shapes, angles, shadows extended,
and beckoning colors are the "something in my eye". The minor irritant causing me to blink . . . that capturing, remembering, cleansing blink.

My vision clears. Then, once again, there's something in my eye.

Imagery has always, for me, been central to communicating. Heightened, possibly even seeded, while I vainly tried to convince my intractable first grade teacher that the front door of my home was really, really, really, blue!

Somehow the obvious truth of my still damp,
watercolor ran out of gas miles from her world.
An empty truth unable to even hitch a ride
on my protesting voice.

Building images upon visions, whether by word, by picture, or by sound, onto moving film/video, or presented quietly as a printed page or a photograph, has - with a driving passion - carried my fueled "truth" down many roads.

As a film editor I have sequenced, bent, and even created images from visions; as a cinematographer and videographer I have, guided by vision, corralled images; and as a producer I have branded and sold images; all the while, all the time, as a photographer I have collected images from the cracks between visions.