<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36126284</id><updated>2011-09-11T03:49:10.396-07:00</updated><category term='ARTIST&apos;S PROFILE'/><title type='text'>DOUG BRIN</title><subtitle type='html'>DOUG BRIN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doug Brin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12257867824243422584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36126284.post-8118673404808432027</id><published>2010-11-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:09:07.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTIST&apos;S PROFILE'/><title type='text'>THE ARTIST'S PROFILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                            Keep Your Head Up (Personal Journal Entry)   2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO6Un1jupQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Es_4VB650Ko/s1600/MakingArtWork_Brin_Doug_MyRauschenberg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO6Un1jupQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Es_4VB650Ko/s400/MakingArtWork_Brin_Doug_MyRauschenberg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543531603452404994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                              The Latest From Robert Rauschenberg     1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        41"x 32"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Brin is a New York based artist who creates thought-inspiring works out of some very unlikely materials. His childhood included extensive stints as publicity and print fashion model; exposed to the worlds of advertising, live television, and then-popular culture.    He brings these formularized experiences to his art in the homage of luminary screen legends, political figures and other notable personalities. Brin applies a high degree of technical skill and subtle craftsmanship to his work, extensively accelerated by his keen sense of composition, whimsy and input of both irony and humor. An instinctive educator, archivist, and historian, Brin catalogs and explores myriad contemporary social and political issues through his rigorously illuminating relief paintings, sculpture and collages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2kCMZshfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZUO0QNNrd9E/s1600/P824s020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2kCMZshfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZUO0QNNrd9E/s400/P824s020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565785072095495666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Match Girl  1986&lt;br /&gt;9 1/2" x 9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brin uses a satisfying and visually textured hybrid of non-traditional materials in conjunction with dynamic contemporary methods exemplified by meticulous patterned collages, paintings, constructions, to provoke contemplation through reference and imagery.  He relishes and flourishes in process art and implores us to consider and reconsider what we hold as true and certain. The resulting compositions, gently and cleverly exposes and expands our point-of-reference on the condition of contemporary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8IqcNpLuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kQifMIX6agY/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8IqcNpLuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kQifMIX6agY/s400/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543659191537315554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Block Gallery   1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                 7"wx7"dx81/2"h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brin’s work borders on—but in the final analysis barely hangs back from--Expressionist Abstract Art. His subjects demonstrate a harmonious blend of rich color or thick relief crosshatched texture. His expressive visual landscape incorporates a lucid network of colors and an extensive fusion of textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote the artist: “My visual vocabulary is actually an amalgamation and commentary on what I hope is an evocative yet original thought process. I’m also determined to rescue and utilize little, frequently-neglected, recognizable objects that--when amalgamated-- are far more than the sum of their parts, I'm also determined to make coherent sense of the world through its smallest yet tantalizing elements. This personal visual universe reflects on a random and frequently nonsensical world that can seem disjointed and out-of-order. I try to compose with random pieces of material to make sense of what I visualize between the cracks and puzzlements.   I’m attempting to reorder and organize the confusing little parts that compose what I perceive as our finite and often frustrating existence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2kSoA8hcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p1mi-jU0XZo/s1600/P8310002%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2kSoA8hcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p1mi-jU0XZo/s400/P8310002%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565785354385786306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cloud Casino  1999&lt;br /&gt;6" x 8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To view a Douglas Brin collage or construction is to inhabit a world that commemorates the irony and wonder of the human ego, beckoning the viewer to take in the diverse panorama of his sensitivities and subjects. Here, fading newspaper cuttings of historical events, photographs of politicians, presidents, movie stars, curious personalities and past luminaries, vintage signage, dated commercial branding and advertising designs are captured and archived within glass and thick elaborate framing as color confidently intersect with form, content and composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8L2HPC4bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DDjblN3Odmo/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8L2HPC4bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DDjblN3Odmo/s400/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543662690599362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake, where are you? 2006&lt;br /&gt;24" x 291/2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brin’s oeuvre entails a plethora of ephemera within intricate constructions of visually sizable bric-a-brac and objects that are laid on thickly on the periphery of framed collage; at times the paint is minimal and executed with recognizable brushstrokes that add to a sense of motion, intention and vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These creations buzz with life, creating a representation of hue and movement that capture the life essence of the personalities he seeks to represent caricature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2km0D-KWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZedZgv6i5w/s1600/P8240011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2km0D-KWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QZedZgv6i5w/s400/P8240011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565785701217085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pinochet Flag  1990&lt;br /&gt;13 1/2" x 17 1/2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brin began his career as a traditional painter.   This background evolved into the basis for his life’s work, where his technique mirrors the traditional artistic expressions of post-modern art, readily recognizable and reflective of the work of many of today’s contemporary Western masters. In his pieces, painting is a contributory element rather than a dominant feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8Jn7GpsxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OAsfy2lCAbI/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8Jn7GpsxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OAsfy2lCAbI/s400/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543660247801508626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies With Umbrella Hats  1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                              46"x23"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creates compositions and textures that give his works an illustrative and provocative quality, and provide numerous and diverse elements of nostalgic and creative reference.  His style and wide body of historical and interpretive conceptual thought incorporates Pop Art qualities.   These, in turn, provide a playfulness and whimsicality to everyday-life objects.  These influences are happily exhibited and enhanced by his balanced sense of composition and meticulous harmony, where objects are carefully arranged to convey a sense of stimulation and poise. But there is vitality here as well, that renders his work anything but traditional. He is naturally and freely able to transform this energy and spirit into a contemporary expression that is his own and ultimately original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2k9inXbjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2NLAszBXa1A/s1600/P8240014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2k9inXbjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2NLAszBXa1A/s400/P8240014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565786091670695474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alpha Beta Chi  1994&lt;br /&gt;15" x 17 1/2"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Douglas Brin also works in distinct mediums outside of collage, three-dimensional construction and painting, most notably as an ongoing, unique and illustrative diarist with a continuous, forty-year body of annual journals that comprise a virtual history of our times.  This unprecedented accumulation of meticulous and highly detailed work infuses drawing, collage, colored pencil and a remarkable use of contrasting elementary color. The journals, which are both enthralling and encyclopedic, showcase an intense personal introspection, a lively appreciation for contemporary history and literature, and a detailed dose of daily self-scrutiny, humor and irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8Mq6XSz1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/u5l9S6r6uoU/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO8Mq6XSz1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/u5l9S6r6uoU/s400/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543663597677367122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At The Museum  2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                             25"x24"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These annual journals, some forty-odd strong, fastidiously and scrupulously maintained for over four decades make up possibly the most substantial and selective of Brin’s oeuvre. They reflect on an ordinary world that he attempts to infuse with the curious and extraordinary and contain a delightful, engaging, and frequently surprising plethora of mysteries, secrets and self revelation, and—in what are by now an accumulation of thousands of visual images and possibly millions of words — provide elements and experiences that can be most subtle and intriguing.  These visual messages and memories frequently come forward in place of what may at first be seen as mundane and ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile By King Molapo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36126284-8118673404808432027?l=dougbrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8118673404808432027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36126284&amp;postID=8118673404808432027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/8118673404808432027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/8118673404808432027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/2010/11/artists-profile.html' title='THE ARTIST&apos;S PROFILE'/><author><name>Doug Brin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12257867824243422584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TO6Un1jupQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Es_4VB650Ko/s72-c/MakingArtWork_Brin_Doug_MyRauschenberg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36126284.post-1046206258088386923</id><published>2010-11-24T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:10:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; by King Molapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;How does your work expose and reflect on the nuanced condition of contemporary life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It features an enormous number of elements that encompasses the present and future, but most especially, the past.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m  always fixated by my foibles, interests, personal proclivities and  disappointments. The present is a split second, the future an unknown,  thus I believe that the past constitutes the overwhelming percentage of  our personal histories. I’m attached to objects and concepts that dredge  up these past sensibilities. My work is, in effect, a series of  personal dreamscapes. I still want to believe that life has a mystery,  and I try to create works that resonate with this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeL2YL_cjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RqipWdCxW74/s1600/dad7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeL2YL_cjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RqipWdCxW74/s400/dad7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550558832079368754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guinness Block Of World Records 2010&lt;br /&gt;4"w x 4"d x 2/12"h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Do  you believe that your pieces tease out the beauty in the complex,  convoluted troubles that plague our lives, while simultaneously  reminding us of the variety of rich pleasures that life offers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My work comes out of my own personal history and fantasies.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life  has often constituted its share of ongoing personal disappointments–  with the notable exception of my children—so I’ve been tempted to  enhance both its possibilities and promise.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I’m often a pessimist, and skeptical of this bounty of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQIcbcIxmVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lChX1RIoclA/s1600/P8310006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQIcbcIxmVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lChX1RIoclA/s400/P8310006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549028948608915794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan Hayward Altarpiece 2010&lt;br /&gt;16"w x63/4"d x 8"h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What are your thoughts on fame and stardom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I  want recognition and yet the words fame and stardom seem somewhat  superficial to me. I would greatly enjoy the admiration and respect of  the literate and cognoscenti.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m neither a Norman Rockwell or a Peter Max, thus their sort of fame and popularity is closed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2bRrvu0YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WHaHN5BOypw/s1600/P8240010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2bRrvu0YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WHaHN5BOypw/s400/P8240010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565775442602807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie Boyz Of 1951 2002  &lt;br /&gt;20" x 16"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How  does your art encourage people from quick takes on issues, or to  think about social matters in both greater depth, and more  systematically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I  consider myself to be very political, and socially acute and aware. I  believe that if people concentrate and allow the concepts in my pieces  to soak in, the work may contain a propensity to make them stretch their  thought processes, and consider the less-than-obvious. I’m an enemy of  commercialization and cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2a63GXcmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Tl6CWIiObpQ/s1600/black2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeKoZ8S7XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AMSUKjjJPRo/s1600/dad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2dB8b5k8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/1v7DJAyHsuM/s1600/black2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2dB8b5k8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/1v7DJAyHsuM/s400/black2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565777371228378050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around The World In 80 Daze 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17" x 22"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K .M:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does your experience as an educator come into play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My  teaching experience gradually and grudgingly attuned me to the needs of  children and the special and more direct way they think.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Children  are often brutally straightforward, unfettered and refreshingly innocent. Then  again, they can also be primitive, withholding and obtuse. I often try  to second-guess them, but that frequently doesn’t work if you are not  genuinely in sync with their individual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeJhymh1OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nUUujnxtEsk/s1600/dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeJhymh1OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nUUujnxtEsk/s400/dad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550556279369487586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robert Taylor Quo Vadis 2005/2009&lt;br /&gt;13"x 14"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:  Art has been a vital part of our collective social conscience since the  earliest beginnings of human history – how does your art encourage  thoughtful civil discourse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Amidst  the jumbled detritus of what passes as human civilization today, I’m  trying to distill and decipher and edit its many elements. I’m  attempting to make some sense out of this often perplexing world. If I  can intrigue and open up the minds of even a small fraction of observers  viewing my work, I would consider it a success.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The  impremitur of a major museum, gallery, curator, or media source is  unavoidably, undeniably and immeasurably significant towards this end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2bEcD9ZcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lp4Oez3Ugqc/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2dK1YMYnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ulBKqRokWgM/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2dK1YMYnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ulBKqRokWgM/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565777523952607858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She Loves You, Yeah Yeah Yeah 2002&lt;br /&gt;12 1/2" x 10"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;K.M: In addition to being a working artist, you facilitate and plan current events discussion sessions with seniors citizens at five different venues each week.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are your socio-political dialogues an attempt at this civil discourse?&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Do your journals take note of these events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On  the whole, older people are inclined--and frequently have more free  time--to ruminate on and discuss important issues. Often their  contributions extend and might even revise my own political and social  thinking. My journals are of considerable value in helping me to reflect  and refine on the daily experiences that might otherwise pass by too  rapidly and confusingly for initial examination and analysis.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also,  by extensively quoting books and periodicals I’m reading, I can  fold in the thought processes and viewpoints of many brilliant and  original minds in addition to my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQIb_Nm5VjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zKI-wavZUlk/s1600/P8310001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQIb_Nm5VjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zKI-wavZUlk/s400/P8310001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549028463672383026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imperial Cheddar Club Cheese 2010&lt;br /&gt;4"w x4"d x 2"h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Describe to me the intensity of your thoughts while creating your work.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where do you draw your inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I happen to be a person who is intrigued by many, many things.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a lot of intellectual interests and esoteric curiosity.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;These include history,  photography, film and theater and  very much everything political.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m  interested in people and what makes them tick. The thing about my work  is that it fuses my inthusiasms and personality: my literary side and my  visual side. The journals, that most truly reflect this fusion, are the  spine of my life. There is also that part of me that is trying to make  sense of a world that can seem hostile, random and doesn’t make  sense. In my visual art, I attempt to compose with a broad range of materials  and textures to create a new whole and reorder and organize the  confusing little parts that constitute our veritable existence.  Ninety-nine percent of this world confuses and puzzles me and I’m trying  to gain a foothold over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeKQRcwBJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Qs-EGAWplYc/s1600/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeKQRcwBJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Qs-EGAWplYc/s400/dad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550557077923955858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Sistine Chapel 2010&lt;br /&gt;34" x 27"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do you want your work to present the viewer with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want the viewer to think.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to extend the boundaries of their conceptual world.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want members of this audience to escape the little box so many of us are confined in.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m  not a classically-trained traditional artist or a conventional  illustrator, and yet I have numerous representational ambitions. My  thought processes possibly lie about exactly mid-way between  representational and abstract oeuvres.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m trying to  convey original ideas and feelings, but at the same time I want to  infuse color, composition and sensibilities that might grab the viewer  by the neck and shake them up a little. I want my audience to be  more comfortable with unconventionality, and go a little further out on a  limb as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeLJMWNBOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v4VXZ9jE4AM/s1600/dad8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeLJMWNBOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v4VXZ9jE4AM/s400/dad8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550558055806862562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braun Clock 2008&lt;br /&gt;7" x 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.M:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you explain your visual vocabulary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;D.B:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is largely an amalgamation of my thought processes.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m  also determined to rescue and utilize little, largely unrecognizable  objects that--when put together--are far more than the sum of their  parts. Unfortunately,&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sometimes my versatility and wide net can diffuse focus--my thinking can tend to be a tangential nuisance.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I  may expect too much of my viewers, especially in light of the fact that  even some of the brightest and most successful people are somewhat limited and  intimidated by art; lacking the conviction and courage of their own  judgment. My work may be a little too intense and diverse for their  comfort zone. It is also undeniable that for the overwhelming majority  of viewers, fine art must carry that all-important imprimatur of some  heavy-hitting institution like a museum, a major established commercial  gallery, or a media powerhouse like &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Unfortunately for me, I’ve never gained this magnitude of recognition  and thus must labor under a substantial degree of obscurity and minimal  appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeLagGIHyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZsHtr8Ukwjg/s1600/dad7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeKaH3X_1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xB8LWPFcBNU/s1600/dadddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeKaH3X_1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xB8LWPFcBNU/s400/dadddddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550557247149965138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working Clock 2008&lt;br /&gt;6/34" x 6/34"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36126284-1046206258088386923?l=dougbrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1046206258088386923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36126284&amp;postID=1046206258088386923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/1046206258088386923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/1046206258088386923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/2010/11/artist-interview-by-king-molapo-k.html' title='Artist Interview'/><author><name>Doug Brin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12257867824243422584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TQeL2YL_cjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RqipWdCxW74/s72-c/dad7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36126284.post-3452857907048575760</id><published>2006-10-16T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:06:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2jfqEDmeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cEwd22klyGM/s1600/Dbrin150w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2jfqEDmeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cEwd22klyGM/s400/Dbrin150w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565784478762375650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug Brin, age 26, 1973&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doug Brin has kept these continuous, ongoing journals that include personal observation and analysis plus extended excerpts from periodicals and literature since the age of 22. Over forty years later--these journals, by now comprise a unique history of our times. This annual series of datebook-size volumes make up a compulsive, obsessive format of illustration and collage like no other. &lt;strong&gt;(click on images to enlarge)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1A_r0BqRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zIra6nd2Uyw/s1600/IMG_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1A_r0BqRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zIra6nd2Uyw/s400/IMG_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475604184789264658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy And Tragedy (Journal entry, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1BkobMR-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/77JVqi_js5o/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1BkobMR-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/77JVqi_js5o/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475604819534956514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Butterfly (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1DPYxSseI/AAAAAAAAADM/v5ocQq341ZA/s1600/sIMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1DPYxSseI/AAAAAAAAADM/v5ocQq341ZA/s400/sIMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475606653578686946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1DO-lPWHI/AAAAAAAAADE/LCiO4_9m9G8/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1DO-lPWHI/AAAAAAAAADE/LCiO4_9m9G8/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475606646548813938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pard (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1EyVbTg0I/AAAAAAAAADs/uxlTybhI2AE/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1EyVbTg0I/AAAAAAAAADs/uxlTybhI2AE/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475608353488208706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Don Is Done (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1Ex_RbgII/AAAAAAAAADk/jjczjUCNCbc/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1Ex_RbgII/AAAAAAAAADk/jjczjUCNCbc/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475608347541209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Father Of Our Country (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1ExiZsZ1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ahWZe37XE6Y/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1ExiZsZ1I/AAAAAAAAADc/ahWZe37XE6Y/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475608339791243090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running Man (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1ExKQPjCI/AAAAAAAAADU/uO3qWp1rRsQ/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1ExKQPjCI/AAAAAAAAADU/uO3qWp1rRsQ/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475608333309152290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U.F.O. (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HHMMuw6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/g2UotNz6FN8/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HHMMuw6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/g2UotNz6FN8/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610910811669410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tornado (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HGW4gc1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qpCbC5dRJQo/s1600/IMG_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HGW4gc1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qpCbC5dRJQo/s400/IMG_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610896499766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Susan  Hayward (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HFwbFsRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02cRWChDheI/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HFwbFsRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/02cRWChDheI/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610886175830290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Outriders (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HFELJHqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NIHS2ivPCF0/s1600/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HFELJHqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NIHS2ivPCF0/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610874297786018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alain Delon And Monica Vitti (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HEid6iGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EXfNHG48hrE/s1600/IMG_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/S_1HEid6iGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EXfNHG48hrE/s400/IMG_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475610865249716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corporate Reptile (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db21.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db21.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.11: It Can Happen Here (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyelash (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh3zbdjkvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OUgjb1Eag9s/s1600-h/tide+turns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh3zbdjkvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OUgjb1Eag9s/s400/tide+turns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041911508270027506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creature #27 (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Your Head Up (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh3ibdjktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tduWoJ-O2Fc/s1600-h/2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh3ibdjktI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tduWoJ-O2Fc/s400/2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041911216212251346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year (title page, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Disputed Ballots? (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh5EbdjkyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mdzVRPe3yxE/s1600-h/underworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/Rfh5EbdjkyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mdzVRPe3yxE/s400/underworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041912899839431458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centaur (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone And The Kitchen Towel (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone Power (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Chicken (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decembre (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juin Space Man (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord &amp;amp; Taylor (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Al Gore (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janvier Face (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/db2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/db2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb Head (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars Creature (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles Of Avril (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Beautiful (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Of Hearts/Blackout (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Came From Outter Space (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, Words, Words (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love You, Frank Perdue (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/1600/dougarie11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7756/4409/400/dougarie11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April &amp;amp; Me (journal entry, 1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36126284-3452857907048575760?l=dougbrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3452857907048575760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36126284&amp;postID=3452857907048575760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/3452857907048575760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36126284/posts/default/3452857907048575760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougbrin.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='The Journals'/><author><name>Doug Brin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12257867824243422584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiacS9I-qqc/TT2jfqEDmeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cEwd22klyGM/s72-c/Dbrin150w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
