В Ожидании Весны

Anticipating Spring

Фонарики

Chinese Lanterns

Зима. Лодки

Boats. Winter

Утреннее Солнце

The Morning Sun

Сочиняю artist statement:
Пишу, 
читаю, 
рву черновики 
и 
волосы на себе, 
переписываю заново...
A кот с Олимпийским спокойствием невозмутимо за всем этим наблюдает... 

Птицы

Birds

Пальмовая Ветвь и Раковина

Clorox Bottle and Seashell

Послеполуденные Тени

Afternoon Shadows

Stephen Shore - Uncommon Places

Posted on The Art Newspaper - Why do you usually show your pictures in a small format? - There are different experiences in looking at pictures on the wall; and when the picture is very large it in a way washes over the viewer. The viewer can just stand there and experience it, which is perfectly fine. When the picture is small the viewer has to pay attention to it and a person can walk by it and not receive it as happened with a lot of people when I first showed “American Surfaces”. But if you pay attention to it a channels of communication open up along with kind of access of attention, so if I give my attention to this photograph, now the photograph can communicate with me in a subtler way, I believe.

Domingo Milella

Uchisar, 2007 © Domingo Milella "The idea of finding a landscape is the basis of the approach I believe in. You find a place in the same way you find an interesting piece of plastic on the ground or a lost page of a book in the grass. With the landscape as it is, the photograph begins with a precise point of view from where to record. It is the eye that has to choose, not the hand." Domingo Milella Domingo Milella On Landscapes

Just A Thought...

"From the porch of Fernbank he had a commanding view of Mitford. It was a toy village that lay at his feet like something one would find under a Christmas tree with an electric train running around. There was Main Street that sliced Mitford neatly in half, and the green circle of the town monument at the north end, and between the shops the colorful patches of flower beds made it all appear orderly and safe. He could see the bell tower of Wesley chapel, the grand bulk of First Baptist and the empty lots as green as jade on either side of the tree enveloped lord's chapel. Away to the west blue mountains rolled like waves. "Wouldn't be marvelous, Mrs Sadie, if life would be as perfect it looks from your porch?" "I've thought that very thing many times. When Harpy's wife laid dying I often looked down at his house and thought : we never ever know what hardy lies under those rooftops... I heard the Mississippi preacher say that everybody is trying to swallow something that won't go down." "Well, he is right about that"... At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon

Морозная Ночь

Frosty Starry Night