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Fine Art Photography? You Be The Judge.

My friend, Jerry Feist, arranged an introduction with Ellen Zaslaw, a local psychologist but also an avid photographer. She sent me an email wanting to get together and chat and explaining that she was not destined to be a pro photographer, but she seems headed in that direction, investing in pro gear and posting her photos on a website (click here to see her site). I realize a lot of non-pros put work up on the web, but a lot of it is hardly worth looking at. Looking at Ellen’s work, she obviously has a great eye for the subject, and great composition. A good sense of color, nice black and whites as well. I wrote her back saying I thought her work was really well suited for magazine and books. Good travel documentary type stuff and sensitive captures of local flavor and landscapes.

Florida landscape

purple flowers

She said she was interested in meeting me because she didn’t find many local photographers who approach photography from a fine arts perspective. And that got me thinking about “fine art” photography. I think many people associate fine art photography with the work of the well known, Adams, Weston, Abbott, Steiglitz, Evans, and on and on. The names from museums and galleries. But what qualifies you as a fine art photographer?

tree and steps

house with flags

flowers and bill board

Working in an art museum, I’ve been in close proximity to so many great photographers’ works. Our permanent collection contains hundreds of important works. Many of these are from less familiar names. Many began as other than “fine art” endeavors, such as the works of Margaret Bourke-White. Yet they have come to be museum works so qualify as fine art. So I suppose “collectability” contributes to the qualification. My work is not in the collections of museums, with the exception of a portrait I took of Eliot Porter and his wife that I gave to the Amon Carter Museum.

carousel horse

bikes

I think many people associate fine art photography with large prints, from large format cameras. Platinum and palladium and silver based prints with rich toning hand pulled in the darkroom by master printers from big negatives. But in today’s world of digital photography, fewer and fewer photographers seem to be remaining with film and darkroom printing. In our museum and others I have seen large prints from today’s high-end ink jet printers that were absolutely stunning. I certainly spent a lot of hours in the darkroom years ago. But haven’t had my hands in the chemistry for probably fifteen years now.

girls wanted

Fox Theatre

Many of the large photos in the Johnson Museum’s collection were machine printed by large commercial labs and flush mounted on aluminum. Not your typical matted, hand printed, paper image, but a product of the current technology and done in a way that delivers them with impact in a contemporary gallery.

tarps

I believe most of us who are “serious” photographers like to think of our work as “art”. I think people can generally recognize an artistically done image. All the normal art terms apply when looking at photography just as they do with other media. Color, line, form, composition, subject, interpretation, control, presentation, etc. It’s what makes an image stand out from just an average picture. Something special.

tulip

We strive for art. But “art” and “fine art” are highly subjective terms. Anyone who has been to an art gallery knows that. The judgment of one curator or critic can make an artist’s name or reputation, or destroy it. There is a wealth of art being created in the commercial photography realm, but even there I think most commercial photographers like to differentiate between their “commercial” work and their “art”. There seems to be a line drawn.

lights and wires

I shoot for my own pleasure these days, for the most part. I do offer my work for sale through Imagekind, and expect to promote my work through galleries and shows. I have several book ideas in the works. But it is an evolution and not a drive to be a commercial or professional artist. I’ve done that already and the pressure of depending on it as a business was never good for my creativity where photography was concerned.

Indianapolis mall wall

I don’t want to think about whether every shot I take is marketable. I want to shoot what appeals to me. And I want to do it in a way that communicates something to others. That makes them want to stop and look, to think, to question, to imagine, to feel, to wonder. If my work moves the viewer in any way, then I’ve accomplished what I set out to do. Does that make it fine art photography? I hope so. I like to think of myself as a “fine art photographer”. But I guess there’s also that line between good and bad, or good and mediocre, that something special, that is still necessary. Just as there is a difference between a velvet Elvis at a roadside sale and a masterpiece at Christie’s auction. (That’s a little extreme but you get my drift). It’s that subjective thing.

cape window

tree and vines

What’s fine art and what’s not? You be the judge.

All Images are Copyright © George Cannon, All Rights Reserved

More from Florida

We are back from Florida. It’s been a hectic week. I had an extra day off to be able to pick up the pets from the kennel. There has to be two trips since the dog and the cats can’t travel in the car at the same time. At least we’ve never ventured to try that. Seems dangerous. But as is always the case, the vacation was wonderful, but too short. In between picking up the animals I was also able to pick up my new computer and get it set up this week. This is my dream machine. A Mac Pro with a terabyte of storage, quad core processor, dual DVD writers, 4 GB of ram, bluetooth and airport, and a 23″ cinema display. I’m in heaven!

Alys Beach 1

Alys Beach 2

I miss Florida already. The humid air, the mornings so rich with atmosphere that it’s like water flowing over my face as I ride my bike along the bike paths. I miss the smell of the ocean, the soft sand, the sound of the surf, the warmth of the sun. I miss the lushness and the comfort and the manicured landscapes and rich colors. It would seem that on vacation I would sleep late and move slower, but instead I wake at 5:30 or 6:00 like I usually do at home and want to get up. (We were on Central time there so I guess I am sleeping in a bit for my internal clock, though.) The mornings there are the time I love the most.

Rosemary Beach walkway

Rosemay Beach potted plant

The morning joggers are up and down 30A. People in the South, where the weather is good for being outdoors so much of the year, are so trim and athletic and tan. I imagine it’s much the same in California or anywhere where people are not prone to hibernate for the winter as they do in the Northeast, where people tend to be more sedentary and overweight and pale. The old idea of Southern Hospitality really exists there as well. I’m amazed that as soon as you cross the Mason-Dixon line people begin to call you “honey” and “sugar” and “darling” at every turn. You hear “Sir” and “Ma’am” and no one seems upset for asking for help or simple questions. A contrast to the North where I sometimes feel like I’m often stepping on someone’s toes just to expect even a modicum of customer service. I grew up in the South so it’s what I was used to, but years of living in New York make it so obvious to me when I return to the South that I miss that feeling of kindness that pervades everyday discourse there.

Watercolors landscape

Spiney plant

pots

The last stained glass window was installed on this trip. It’s number four for my Father-in-law’s house and I was so pleased that he and Cheryl were so pleased with this one. It gets the bright morning sun and spreads light and color all down the stairway walls. The installation was lengthy, having built the frame here and working from templates that weren’t able to account for the irregularity of an oval window frame construction that is not exactly true. But with belt sanding and numerous trips up and down the ladder, it was finally fitted. A glowing finish to a stained glass career (he says with fingers crossed).

stained glass

Tessa and Maria

walkway

My daughter and her friend Maria were great companions on the trip. They made great card partners and the games went well into the night with much laughter. We also took in the midnight show of the new Harry Potter movie while there. And as usual, ate at the Red Bar and Angelina’s and the little Thai place in San Destin. My wife left us early to fly back home and then to leave on another trip with friends, her friend Alice’s birthday trip to Paris and Provance where she is still. She will return home next week only to leave again with my daughter in another week for two more weeks in Florida again. (I’m very jealous). Tessa is going for a two week Zoo Careers camp at Bush Gardens and my wife will likely be going back to her Dad’s to stay and do a little writing for work rather than making two more plane flights here and back again. She’s not a big fan of flying, so better to just stay down there. It leaves me here with the animals, but at least my night work at the computer doesn’t disturb anyone and I can eat when and what I please without worrying about when everyone’s going to be home and what they want to eat. I do the majority of the cooking in our house and with a family that’s as busy as we are, I never am sure when I’m cooking for one or two or three.

I want to say a special thanks to Art and Cheryl for being the gracious hosts they always are. You make it so wonderful for us there with your beautiful home, your generosity and hospitality. We love you.

bike at Alys Beach

beach houses on 30A

The grass will get cut today. Tessa will spend her third and fourth days at Grassroots music festival here in Trumansburg, so I won’t see her much. And I will keep dreaming of Florida. It’s only about eight or nine months until I return. It’s just waiting for me. (He said quietly sobbing.)

beach chairs and wave

All Images are Copyright © George Cannon, All Rights Reserved

Finally on Vacation

Last Tuesday and Wednesday we drove 1300 miles to finally have some vacation time in Florida. The weather has been so dry and the risk of fire so high that we decided not to pick up the usual supply of fireworks as we passed through Tennessee. But we arrived early enough on the Fourth at Art and Cheryl’s to still see a great show on the beach. There had been enough rain in the last week, evidently, to allow some of the regulars to still put on a nice display, so the festivities commenced at 9:00 and this time I got to photograph them instead of setting them off myself.

fireworks 1

fireworks 2

I love being at the beach on the 4th. We used to go to the Cape, but Florida has become the tradition in the last several years. The water is much warmer and the sand softer, and the sun much hotter.

Where we stay is just west of Panama City. It’s far enough west to be out of the typical “spring break” strip and into the newer developments along Highway 30A. If you have ever visited my website, you may have seen the section on 30A. I have been shooting a series of images here for the last several years and always find it rich with imagery every time I come.

chairs

balls

umbrella

shoes

Perhaps it’s just being away from it all year that makes it so stimulating when I return. Perhaps it’s because it’s so different from home in upstate New York. Regardless, it’s an amazing mix of old Florida that is gradually being replaced by the new high end developments and the new Florida architecture that started several years ago with Seaside.

tower at seaside

stairs and window

palm and column

You might have seen Seaside featured in the Architecture and Home magazines after it was originally developed because it was such a fresh and radical departure from typical Florida design. You may have also seen it in the movie, The Truman Show, with Jim Carey. The movie was filmed in Seaside. In the past we’ve usually been involved with the 4th of July parade in Seaside, but this year arrived too late. But I love wandering about in Seaside because of its atmosphere.

beach at Seaside

grill

gazebo

A wealthy vacation area of Florida’s new gulf beach front that still has some of the old flavor lingering among the beautiful landscaped greens, brick streets and private neighborhoods, art galleries, and signature architecture.

Old Florida is disappearing here. The old single story concrete block houses with slab floors and linoleum tile, screen porches, window unit air conditioners, a block walk from the beach like the one I stayed in when I was twenty. These are being replaced by condominium complexes, tightly packed houses in private developments that rise three and four stories high on a small foot print, architect designed, and landscaped carefully with sprinkler systems and private beach access.

Old Florida looked something like this.

old florida house

pink house

New Florida looks more like this.

New Florida house

Seaside house

Some new homes here reach the extreme. This place has been under construction as long as we’ve been coming here. I believe they are almost done.

gull house

Just down the road here is the new development of Alys Beach. Unlike Seaside with its pastel ocean colors and white trim, Alys Beach is all bright white stucco with amazing architectural details subtly placed and with incredible attention to fine craftsmanship. It’s still in its infancy as far as developments here go, but promises to be a stunning visual experience as it grows with great lines, light and shadow, and intense accents.

Alys beach 1

banana trees in pot

What is consistent here are the beautiful beaches. They vary from year to year with the weather and storms, but nature has a way of healing its wounds and they are sun washed and white and beautiful and are a place where I can lay my body and close my eyes and lose the world. A slice of heaven at 92 degrees. I believe the water’s edge touches a primitive place in our being similar to what we feel when sitting around a burning fire at night.

beach

flowers

The Gulf coast here is a jewel. Beaches comparable to the best in the world. I thank God and Nature for this place. I thank Art and Cheryl for so generously sharing it with us. I hate to leave here and count the days until I can return.

clouds

All images are copyright © George Cannon / All rights reserved.

A Great Party in Ithaca with Eddie and Cortney

Another late night last night at The Statler Hotel in Ithaca on the Cornell Campus. Once again I was second shooter with Frank DiMeo for another terrific wedding. Cortney and Eddie are both Cornellians and chose Sage Chapel on the Cornell campus as the location for their wedding. A terrific couple, teamed up with a large, fun loving wedding party made for a great party.

stained glass

I hooked up with Frank at Julie Stone’s Hair Salon where the girls were getting their hair and makeup done. Then went off to catch the guys getting set for the wedding at the Statler.

groom in room

guy in chair

groom and best men

The group was very laid back and relaxed. I shot a lot of images at the hotel then we all walked to Sage and stopped along the way for a few more pictures.

pocket watch

acting crazy

outside

The ceremony was a traditional Catholic service and quite beautiful in Sage with the high beamed ceilings, beautiful stained glass and mosaics. Music was from a string quartet.

priest and groomsmen

bride and groom

After the formalities and some group shots outside, Frank and I climbed into the limo with the bride and groom to go find some locations.

bridesmaids and flowers

Cortney

bride and groom at the arches

hands and gown

We went back to a couple of nearby spots where Frank likes to shoot and got some beautiful images from a very cooperative wedding couple who were really into getting something great. Watch Frank’s blog for pictures that will knock your socks off of these two.

Back at the hotel the party was in full swing. DJ Nicky Wood kept the music going non-stop with masterful transitions and a great selection. You know it’s good when everybody on the dance floor is singing at the top of their lungs to “Living on a Prayer” and the parents are out dancing the fraternity brothers.

dad dancing

bride singing

groom and guests

female guest

girls dancing

It was a great party in spite of the very long day. I’m mostly recovered, but still yawning. Weddings are amazing events, the way they bring out the love among everyone. We all need the stimulus of this kind of over flowing of love and family and friendship and emotion. It’s inspiring.

couple 1

couple 2

Thanks Cortney and Eddie and thanks again Frank. You’re one of the hardest working guys I know.

All images are copyright © George Cannon / All rights reserved.

A Love Fest in Saratoga

It was wedding time again, this time with Katie and Matt in Saratoga Springs.

Again I went as second shooter with Frank DiMeo and again it was a blast. Frank is a marvel to watch. And a creative genius. As we entered the Gideon Putnam Hotel where the wedding couple so kindly arranged for us to stay, Frank spotted two phone booths in the hall way and immediately his creative mind knew this was an ideal spot for some great images. He eventually shot the bride and groom there and the pictures were fabulous. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Saratoga Springs is a gorgeous upstate town with the famous race track, amazing parks and gardens, springs and spas, Saratoga water, great shops and main street, and full of hospitality. The Gideon Putnam is a spa and resort hotel with incredible grounds and beautiful rooms, and an endless array of great locations to shoot.

Gideon Putnam

We arrived on Friday and shot the wedding rehearsal dinner at the home of Matt’s parents. The weather was fantastic and the night was full of gifts and toasts and pictures both taken and shown.

lanterns

Katie

The theme was tropical and the party went until late in the evening. Frank and I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning going over images and pulling out highlights for a Sunday slide show.

Katie and Friend

baby

Katie and Matt

Katie and Mom

candlelight

The wedding day began early as we drove around looking for Katie, the bride, who was supposed to be out running in the park with two of her friends. We never found her, but did find some great locations in the early morning light for later shoots. We met Katie and two of her wedding party at the hairdresser’s later then headed over to Katie’s mother’s house where they would be getting ready for the wedding taking place there later in the afternoon.

doing nails

The house backs up to Saratoga Lake and was a beautiful setting. The girls were lighter than air about the house with make up and nails and dressing. Frank did a stunning job documenting the bride getting ready. I left the preparations to go to Matt’s place to cover the guys getting their act together.

fixing the bow tie

Matt's Dad

Matts Mom and Dad

The day was beautiful and clear, but quite warm, and there was a slight threat of rain late in the day. The showers, unfortunately, did materialize just in time to foil the group pictures at the wedding site and forcing a new plan at the Gideon where the reception was held.

red roses

bridesmaids

veil

Matt and Katie 2

The room was spectacular and as was to be expected, the party went well into the night. The rain stopped early enough to get outside and shoot the necessary group pictures before the light of day faded. The bride and groom had planned a slightly uncharacteristic but fun reception, foregoing the traditional wedding cake in favor of an ice cream sundae bar. And to augment their memories, a photo booth was installed outside the main dining area for snapshots of attendees and family. A great idea. There was no bouquet toss or garter routine. Just a continuous stream of dance music and a lot of fun.

Katie and Matt dance 2

Katie and Matt Dance 1

Katie's Aunt and bridesmaid

Brother's toast

Katie and Mom dance

Matt and Katie 3

Once the party ended, Frank and I, once again, went to work pulling out images from the entire day, to make a slide show that would be shown at the two brunches to follow on Sunday, and again went to bed with little time left for sleep. The slide shows the next day, narrowed to about three hundred images from twice that many that we had pulled out as possible images to use, were a big hit. It’s so amazing to have pictures available for everyone to see the next day. The technology today is just fantastic.

Guests

Carol

dancing 1

dancing 2

dancing 3

Katie and Matt were up for more pictures at 6:00 AM on Sunday and Frank went out with them to shoot at the early morning spots we had seen the day before. He had previsualized great stuff in advance and put it all together in that gorgeous light to make a spectacular series of shots with the wedding couple. (These will eventually show up on his blog for sure). I, on the other hand, took the opportunity to get some additional, much needed sleep. They came back to the Gideon and I met them for the final morning pictures in the phone booths and some great stuff in their bedroom. It’s so great to work with a couple that’s so into creating great images and great memories. They were so much fun to shoot and so obviously happy to be together. My thanks go out to Katie and Matt for taking good care of us, to their parents who were so hospitable and gracious, and to Frank for including me as part of a team. I learn from you every time.

Frank

All images are Copyright © George Cannon, all rights reserved.

The Dance of Life

With Father’s Day just around the corner, I wanted to share a little bit about my younger daughter (as if the Mother’s Day pictures were not enough). She is older now, just finishing her sophomore year in high school. How quickly they grow.

My daughter, Tessa, is a dancer.

dance portrait

This year’s dance season has just come to a close with her performances at Ithaca College. This year she was a member of the “dance team”, a group of high school age girls that have gone through successive years of dance study at Armstrong School of Dance.

dance team

The team girls not only take numerous classes, but also compete in various competitions and take workshops with top choreographers. They have done extremely well this year having qualified to compete in “Nationals” in New York City at the end of June.

I am constantly amazed at the poise, stamina, discipline, and determination which my daughter has exhibited all year taking seven dance classes a week and assistant teaching in one combo class of very young children, while also taking two gymnastics classes a week, keeping excellent grades, and a very full social calendar. Thank God for the energy of youth. Thank God for a season with only minor injuries and strains and blisters that heal. She makes her parents very proud. She also wears us out and taxes our schedules with daily transportation, food on the run, and out of town trips, shoes and tights and costumes. But it’s worth it.

red boa

precision finish

Armstrong puts on an amazing series of dance performances over the first weekend in June each year. Scores of young dancers performing ballet, tap, lyrical, jazz, hip-hop, precision, and point, show off their talents on the stage of Ford Hall in the Whalen Music Center at Ithaca College. The early performances are the younger children, with a couple of numbers by the team girls to help “Wow” the parents and show them what their young offspring might accomplish if they just stick with it.

dancing with ducklings

Whoopah 1

The older girls perform later massing on stage again and again in colorful costumes, entering and exiting with precision, amazingly organized back stage so as to allow for the numerous costume changes without collision or mishap. It’s a mammoth under taking. Karen Gorsky and her mother, Ann Armstrong, who are the heart and soul of Armstrong, run a well oiled machine and pull this off in a way that looks almost effortless, thanks to the help of several dance teachers, assistants, the team girls, and team mothers.

point 1

point 2

kick line

On Saturday nights, the finale is followed by tearful goodbyes to the senior girls who are usually leaving for college. Flowers are exchanged and the goodbyes and thank yous are said. And it is clear what a tight loving family this group becomes as they spend years together in pursuit of joy and movement and music.

black balloon 1

black balloon 2

tap

I love it that my daughter dances. Our house is always alive with music playing from her room. At times the dining room lamp appears to dance as well, as her bedroom floor bounces and shakes from in house practices. A testament to the durability of our one hundred eighty year old house. Dance keeps her awash with joy (though often exhausted), toned and beautifully physically fit, and gives her a purpose and goal that has helped her to grow in so many wonderful ways. She is a girl of many friends and her team members are another source of friendship in a group outside her normal school social circle.

whoopah 2

whoopah 3

whoopah finish

Tessa’s experiences through dance have shaped so much of who she is. Graceful and poised, light-hearted and determined, an awareness of gain and loss, a bonding with others in a deep and spiritual way. Between the pain and struggle of pushing the body to its limits and the emotional experience of feeling and living the music, the working together with a group that must perform as a whole, the inner growth of a young girl’s character is fed. The connection between dancer and instructor is that of student and mentor, yet sharing as sisters. It is personal, spiritual, community, and family. She is a fantastic girl that her Mom and I celebrate, and regardless of what ever path she chooses for her life, she is and will always be a dancer. And of that, we are very proud.

after dance

My dancer is also a poet, this poem dedicated to a former dance teacher.

La Danse De La Vie
[Dedicated to Margot Agostini]
By Tessa Cannon

My toes curl against the hardwood floor
My blistered feet glide gracefully
As my arms lift with poise
My porcelain fingers drifting gently
I am untouchable

But my wavy hair begins to fall
And old wounds begin to hurt again
I stumble

But as I leap and pirouette
My falter seems insignificant
But my feet slide from beneath me
And it seems
That as I hit the unyielding ground
My wounds dig deeper

But after the show is over
And my tights are ripped
And my dress is torn
And my uncombed hair gathers
Around my tear-stained face
I pick myself back up and dance again
For the voice inside my heart
Still sings

red dress

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Poem is Copyright © Tessa Cannon

It’s Wedding Season

Last Saturday I spent the day in Syracuse as a second shooter with my very good friend and photographer extraordinaire, Frank DiMeo, photographing Mike and Kristi’s wedding. This is not my regular bag but it is Frank’s and I love doing this with him. It’s great to see Frank work and I always feel like I’m at school when I’m watching him. He’s so creative and so good with people. But it was a blast and the entire wedding party and families were terrific.

Frank went to photograph the girls getting ready while I waited for the groomsmen at the church in Baldwinsville.groomsman waiting

groomsmen

pinning the flower

Mike and groomsman

The church was large and spacious, but a tough lighting situation. The ceremony was beautiful, the minister allowing us free access to shoot whatever we wanted. He was humorous and easy while still remaining reverent and serious. A marvelous person.

ceremony

minister profile

flower girls

red flowers

Frank set up the after ceremony shots where the light was soft and full inside, then moved out to a beautiful garden outside. It’s so great to go along as the second shooter because he takes all the pressure off me since he’s responsible for all the “must get” pictures, and leaves me free to get creative, look for tight shots and special moments.

Kristi and Mike

bridesmaid

Kristi and Mike 2

the bride

We followed the limo into Syracuse for more wedding party shots at Franklin Park, a beautiful little square in the middle of an area of historic factory buildings that have been artfully restored. The sky had clouded over and the light was soft and flattering. Frank set up the group shots and again left me free to watch and look for the a different perspective and happenings outside the posed pictures.

Mike and guys

the ring

bridesmaid

bridesmaids' flowers

pinned

The reception was at the Oncenter, a huge space with a grand feeling. The DJ’s were fantastic and had people dancing all night.

Oncenter lobby

Kristi with DJ

hugging Grandmother

Weddings are so inspiring for everyone, with love of family, young and old, good friends, romance, probably the most fun and festive occasion we experience. And rightfully so.

bride and groom sitting

Father daughter

dancing 3

dancing 1

dancing 2

bridesmaids

Frank DiMeo

I thank Frank for taking me along and trusting in my photographic talents as a supporting member. And I thank Mike and Kristi for putting on such a great party. In spite of the fact that I was working, it was great fun.

A Look Back At My Stained Glass Art

I’m working on the last piece of stained glass I will ever make. Of course I’ve said that before and somehow someone always has a compelling reason to get me to say yes to just one more, in spite of the fact that I’ve said so many times, “This is the last one.” I should know to never say never. I spent about thirteen years as owner of Lumiere Glasswork Studio, Inc. in Ithaca, New York. I’ve built hundreds of windows and lamps for all kinds of installations, many of which I would love to have owned myself. But they were for wonderful clients who appreciated me, allowed me great freedom to design for them, and usually paid me well for what they received. I have kept a few pieces for myself over the years. Mostly very early pieces. Samples. Small stuff. A few lamps. I still have two of the first pieces I ever made when I was taking a beginner’s class in Rochester.

But glass became a passion for me. I had always wanted to do blown glass, hot glass. But couldn’t afford the studio or the furnaces. So flat glass, stained and leaded glass, was a good alternative. It seemed to be a natural off shoot to all my interests; photography, architecture, drafting, drawing, designing, art, color, light. They all came together with glass. There are parts of the process I dearly love. The design work, choosing and cutting the perfect piece for each element in the pattern. Just looking at glass and handling glass. This I love and would still do. But then there are parts I don’t care for as much. The caulking, the brushing down, the cleaning, the installing. These parts I can live without.

McGregor Front Door

But I’ve noticed, as I’ve written in this blog and posted other pictures of my glasswork, that a lot of the referral hits I get are from people searching for stained glass sites. So I thought, if this really is my last piece of glass, then I would do a short retrospective look at some of my favorite pieces.

Zodiac

I’ve worked in many styles of glass. Contemporary, pictorial, abstract, Victorian. It has all depended on what the client wanted. The piece I’m working on now is for my father-in-law’s house in Florida. This will be the fourth piece for his house. The first was a Victorian I built for him when he was still in Connecticut, but it moved with him and became the first piece in the Florida house.

Florida Victorian

I love this piece. It’s one of my favorites. Jeweled Victorian windows were always a favorite of mine and I tried to learn to replicate the style in the best of tradition. I did several others as well for other clients. They are usually built of opalescent glass that is more opaque, often textured with ripples or surface textures, mottled colors, and holds the light within the glass.

Montauk

This one was built for a house on the coast of Long Island at Montauk. The center motif is the waves breaking on the beach at night and the colors were drawn from the colors of the ocean and shells and sand.

McGregor Bath

This is one of a matched pair done for an Ithaca house. It’s the same house that has the grape arbor windows on a stairway that appeared in an earlier post about windows.

Victorian Jeweled

This is probably my favorite jeweled Victorian window of any I have made. A local restaurant owner lived in a large Italianate house outside of Ithaca. His daughter came home one day, kicked her shoes off in the kitchen, and sent one of them right through the etched cranberry glass pane in his back door. He hired me to make a replacement piece, and this was what I built for him. I love this piece for its delicacy, its transitions of color, its texture and its elegance.

Entry windows seem to provide a splendid opportunity for stained glass. Side lites, transoms, doors.

Especially Transom

This transom window was done for a downtown Ithaca store.

Sue's Entry

This entryway set was made for a very good friend who has turned a simple lake house into a showplace over the last twenty-five years. The exterior of the front door is now done in bronze in a relief pattern that echoes the glass design.

Mamary Entry

This entry was done for a decorator’s home in the Binghamton area. The theme was beech trees and the way the leaves hang in the trees all winter. But instead of leaves, I substituted beveled glass that would sparkle and refract the light and feel very elegant.

Lacey Family Room

And this again is one of my favorites. Based on a photo I took in the Catskills, it’s the wind through autumn trees.

Tom's Entry

This set of doors was built for a couple of wonderful friends at Cornell whose life and love is insects. My work for them started with a narrow side lite that you can see in the background outside the entry way. But eventually led to these doors and about ten lamps. Almost everything had an insect or nature theme.

Other nature and landscape themes have appeared in my glass designs over the years. Birds seem to be a regular request or adapt well to glass design.

Flamingos

This flamingo window was done for a bathroom and was a fun piece.

Parrot Transom
Parrots are great stained glass subjects (you’ll see them again) and this large transom in a family room added great color to the room. I love tropical themes because they create opportunity for wonderful colors.

Morning glory window

Birds appear again in this series of about ten transom windows that all had a morning glory trellis with each panel containing a different animal. Several birds, squirrel, lizard, butterfly, etc. Flowers are the subject of many of my designs as well. Probably more often even than birds.

Iris windows

These iris panels are installed in an interior wall to separate an entry foyer from the dining room, but become equally visible from both sides and allow the extra passage of ambient light. They can be quite dramatic at night as well.

Southwest Bath window

Nature on a grand scale is part of this window for a bathroom in Chenango Bridge, NY. The bathroom had a southwest theme with native American prints on the wall. The floor was done in a salmon marble tile. So the window design is totally southwest. The border is a native American mosaic motif with the salmon pink repeated. The center circle is an abstract of a photo I took in Arches National Park in Utah. I can’t imagine how it must feel to soak in this tub and look at this piece of glass.
FLW stairway

I did several other pieces for this house, including this piece for the stairway. They also own the autumn trees triptych I showed earlier.

I love contemporary designs. Abstract, graphic pieces that allow any direction in the design process.

Mark & Renee's wedding gift

These windows were done as a wedding gift for two very dear friends. They were symbolic of their move from Massachusetts to Florida, with small representations of each state appearing in the upper left and lower right of the windows.

blue stair cross

This window is not in a church, but in the stairway of a very contemporary house in Vestal, NY.Telage Foyer

This set of windows was done for the foyer of a contemporary new home of a good friend that I often played racquetball with. I took the arch shape of the top and expanded on the theme to create an abstract of color and line.

I C Dorm Dedication

This pair of windows was commissioned for the dedication of Emerson Hall on the Ithaca College campus.

In addition to windows I have made numerous lamps in the Tiffany tradition.

floral hanging lamp

I originally built this lamp for myself. The flowers were done from a beautiful dichroic glass that was a deep magenta by reflected light and changed to a beautiful blue by transmitted light. This hung in my dining room for a few years, then I sold it to some good friends for their dining room when I moved out of the apartment.

red lamp

This was the first lamp I made for my friends that have the insect doors. The theme was insects born from the water. The red signifies the peril they must survive to fly away and live out their lives as airborne insects.

parrot lamp

Another lamp for the same house with parrots and tropical flowers. The base was custom made of cherry wood to look like bamboo.

desk lamp

This was the only lamp I made for their house without insects or animals.

Forest lamp

This lamp was commissioned as a Christmas gift from a gentleman to his wife. They were originally from Weisbaden, Germany where there is a beautiful forest that they used to visit. The lamp is a depiction of that special place.

Then occasionally I was asked to make a special gift for a person by family members or close friends. These often result in little jewels that turn out better than expected. I was particularly fond of this piece.

mountain chapel

This was a small panel done for a Methodist minister who was retiring from his parish at a small church in the Adirondack Mountains of New York.

Though I may be retiring from glass as an artist. I say “may” because I can never say never. I will always have a deep love for this art and feel a great sense of pride about all the pieces I have designed and created for so many wonderful clients and friends. I hope other glass artists will find these images and be inspired to create beauty of their own with glass. Until you have lived day to day with a piece of stained glass and seen how they change constantly with the light of the day and changing seasons, you never really appreciate fully how beautiful they can be.

All images and glass designs are copyright © George Cannon / All rights reserved.

Bikes…

It’s time to get the bikes out of the storage building.

bike wheels
Warm weather is back (although the high here yesterday was only 59) and when the sun shines, I enjoy a good bike ride. I especially enjoy riding when we go to Florida and we always take the bikes with us.

Florida bike

pink wall bike

I had a mountain bike for a while. A Schwinn Pioneer. One of the last bikes made by Schwinn before the company name was sold and the brand became just another cheap bike found at Walmart and Toys R Us. But it was heavy and a stout ride and I wanted something more refined, since at my age, I don’t tend to do a lot of off road riding. pink bikes

Two bikes

bike at Greenstar

I had bought my daughter a Fuji Crosstown hybrid bike and liked it so much, I traded in the Schwinn for one for myself. Good move. I love the bike. The smaller tires and bigger wheels, more comfortable seat and handlebars, grip shifters, and lighter weight make it a great bike for casual in town and highway trips.

rental bikes

bikes at Seaside

Cass Park bike

My very first bike was a Christmas gift, a total surprise. It was a red and white Columbia with chrome fenders. I believe I was about 9 years old. I had taught myself to ride on my brother and sister’s bikes so knew what I was doing. But when we walked in on Christmas morning and my step-father was holding up a bed spread hiding the bike, then dropped it to reveal this gorgeous beauty, I gasped and proclaimed “Is it for ME?” It was one of my best Christmases ever. I rode that bike everywhere. It’s a wonder I didn’t wear the tires right off it.

bikes on Beacon Hill

We did all the typical things with bikes back then. Like clipping playing cards on the frame with clothes pins to rub the spokes and sound like a motorcycle. Racing down steep hills, riding with no hands, zooming in and hitting the brakes to skid around sideways and leave marks on the sidewalk. We were Hell’s Angels on unmotorized pedal craft. Those were more innocent days. I never locked that bike. Never had to. It was perfectly fine to ride my bike to downtown Decatur, Georgia, and park it on the sidewalk in front of Woolworth’s without fear of having it stolen while inside.

Maine bike

bike and dumpster

I learned basic mechanics on that bike, doing all the maintenance and repairs myself. It had no gears, no hand brakes, nothing complicated or elaborate. A simple red and white and chrome bike with coaster brakes, and it was my joy and my freedom for about five years of my life.

bike and tree

There’s something about riding a bike that’s quiet and thought provoking. You can think clearly when riding a bike. You’re outside, feeling the breeze across your face and the sun on your back. You can smell the landscape and hear the birds. You can travel quickly or casually and see everything that’s there. It takes far less concentration than driving, and is liberating and wonderful exercise.

boat yard bike

Over a long period of time I’ve photographed bikes. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s their style, their geometry and design, the way they look against a building or in the landscape, what they suggest, transportation at a stand still, simpler than an auto, self-propelled. Maybe it’s nostalgia. I’m not sure. I’m just attracted to them. So they’ve become one of my many series of photos, an on going project. And when I see one calling to me, I stop and photograph it.

bike on Bourbon Street

bikes in Florida

All images are copyright © George Cannon / All rights reserved.

A Mother’s Day Gift

It’s Mother’s Day and I have a surprise for my wife. I spent about three months earlier this year going through photos of my daughter and our family in order to make a book for my wife for Mother’s Day. I scanned over a hundred negatives and chose all my favorite pictures of my daughter and her Mom and some other family members from the first seven years of my daughter’s growing up (she’s almost 16 now). But as she’s gotten older, she’s been less willing to pose for pictures and more absent with her busy social life so she’s at home less. So these were the richer years for images and I’m so glad I documented them as well as I did.

I wanted to share here just a portion of the images that went into the book and also to say to my wife, thank you for being such a great mother to this girl. What you have been willing to sacrifice for her, always wrapped in love and deep, deep caring, and the example you have been and values you have instilled in her have made her a beautiful, spectacular, and wonderful human being. She is loved and admired by so many, and is a strong, elegant, caring young woman now. Thank you for all you do and all you give.

hospital
Coming home day.

sleeping baby

Sleeping child.

playing with doll

Baby doll.

at the table

Hard at work.

mother and daughter

Mother and daughter.

portrait 1

Our girl.

in the pool

In the pool.

feeding deer

Feeding the deer.

Eating cake

Feeding Mom.

At the playground

At the playground.

dancer

Dancer.

gymnast

Gymnast.

four generations

Four generations.

watching TV

Watching TV.

playing dressup

Playing dress-up.

On the phone

On the phone with Grandma.

sunglasses

Way cool!

broken arms

Two broken arms.

clown

My favorite clown.

 

whale watch

Whale watch.

 

first day of school

First day of school.

 

At the cape

 

 

The Shortest Journey

The sweetest moments to recall,
stay locked within our minds…
those moments with our children,
(by far the sweetest kind)

To see our children learning
and growing more each day…
these moments are so precious
and too soon they slip away.

We hold the memories tightly
and time does not impair…
the bond between a mother
and the children in her care.

It seems before we know it,
we blink and they are grown…
from childhood to adulthood;
the shortest journey ever known.

—© Jill Lemming

Happy Mother’s Day.

All images are copyright © George Cannon / All rights reserved.