Triptychs & Diptychs
For me, it's a fun and challenging mental exercise to make triptychs and diptychs, respectively 3- and 2-panel photographs. Ideally, each panel is interesting or attractive alone and the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
I use this artform to tell stories, make comparisons, show time progressions and varying perspectives, create abstracts by splitting a whole (deconstruction), and create new objects by rearranging parts (reconstruction).
Whether viewed over-the-shoulder or head-on, all action culminates in the "Ta-Da" moment.
Distorted macro- and microscopic aspects of a large kinetic neon art installation resemble an endless field of stems-up daisies.
The hard concrete tulip pilings at Little Island in NYC resemble the high heels of the diaphanously dressed woman.
A racquetball player and his shadow play in this and an alternate universe.
A racquetball player and his shadow play in this and an alternate universe.
Through slow shutter speed, only the poised ballerina's toes are stationary as she arches into position and gracefully walks away.
Other-worldly and slatted, the Reggio Emilia train station exterior is on the left and on the right is the distorted Oculus interior, both created by architect Santiago Calatrava.
A proper, unpopulated, and antique bathtub is juxtaposed with a smiling woman sitting in a tub surrounded by a regimented fleet of rubber duckies.
Nostalgic reflection of the past when grandfather inhabited his cottage. The more saturated present-day cottage hasn't changed much, but lacks his presence.
Two male Chinese acrobats hop through hoops. On the left, the younger performer springs backward without even a glance. On the right, the older performer splays his legs for a safe landing. Do you get through life with confidence or with fear?
This juxtaposition shows two women wearing the same color. One is half hidden under a huge parasol. The other is anonymously masked but stares intently at us (exemplifying the art technique festaiolo).
Strips of two women holding blue parasols cause their worlds to collide.
Enchanted by her reflection, the flamingo goes in for a kiss. The bird-like translucent watering can sits transfixed by her shadow.
The gilded gate and brightly illuminated elevator panel have similar, graphic/linear gold bars and color palettes.
In this progression, we see the same curvaceous server with her tray of fast food. Is she getting more and more drunk or are we? Are we aware of any distortion in our worldviews?
