Scanner 3 – YES

Scanned collage with found words and wool – by clinock.

Why use a scanner? I have an old Epson 2580 flat bed and years ago a friend and I played with it using dried flowers (Scanner 1). We really liked the results but never pursued the process. I recently came across the scanned flower photos and because I was looking for a different medium to use I started playing again with possibilities, wanting to incorporate text. Now I am hooked. I like the transitory nature of the medium, its simplicity compared to photography and the challenge of the shallow depth of field. I can move the objects around taking as many preview scans as necessary until I am satisfied with results. Mostly I prefer to work with ‘what you see is what you get’ but occasionally I change the original using the simple image editing available with i Photo. Obviously I could obtain more sophisticated results with Photo Shop but I am, at present, more interested with the basics and what can be created intuitively on the glass surface of the scanner deck. The main challenge now is incorporating the text. If I write on paper its opacity restricts layering. I am using sheets of acetate to write on and this seems to work well. Any other ideas out there?

Scanner 1 – Time May Not Be All

The first two of a series of scanning explorations, combining images and text. Which one works best?

Poem and image by Clinock:

Christmas Clown

Reflected in mirrors of jeweled sidewalks, a Christmas rainbow rings this wet green city, blessing the day. This morning I heard Spring playing hide and seek under garden puddles. Tonight I sat by the ocean in the rain singing carols to ducks and waves (the great mystery is really no mystery at all). The sky was so still I felt my breath would shift the clouds. I danced the ragged edge of the winter sea with kelp in my hair – singing… What is my real name? I’ve forgotten my lines. No blame – to be a dancing clown with love in my heart. No blame – to begin again – an amoeba in the eye of God, washed to the ocean on a Christmas rain.

(Photo and poem by Clinock)