When we talk about the military as one unit, it’s easy to forget soldiers are individual people with different identities, not just imposing uniforms. Photographer Devin Mitchell wanted to remedy that. He told Mic…
The military community has expressed their interest in using my art to communicate how many of them feel to be living double lives while serving in the military. People who have never served have shown interest in knowing more about the diversified aspects of what causes veterans to feel that way.
So Mitchell created The Veteran Art Project, a photo project that uses photoshop to showcase the people on the other side of the uniform — literally…
When Suzie Barry came into Jason Ward’s tattoo shop the first time, she knew exactly what she wanted and he knew better than to turn her away. He gave her the tattoos she requested and she was on her way…without even paying.
Now she comes in for the same treatment every single Friday. And Ward still doesn’t charge her.
Barry has down syndrome and before she goes to her vocational day facility Ward says she likes to get tatted up so she can show off her new art. She prefers Maori design, because she has a friend at the facility with that style of tattoo up his arm and she likes to compare her weekly work with his.
The first time she came in, she just walked in, slapped a couple of stick-on tattoo packets on the desk and asked me to put them on her arm. I said, “What?” And she said it again so I sat her down and put them on….
It started out as something quite funny, though. I mean, who does that? Who walks into a tattoo shop to get stick on tattoos? But if she was a member of my family and she had have walked into another tattoo shop and they had told her to bugger off, I’d be angry. Why would you say no?
Why, indeed. She has been visiting Ward for 4 months now and neither of them plan on ending their weekly ritual anytime soon.
If you have a kid who loves to draw, you know that most of their many, many pictures turn into litter around the house. A few gain the notoriety of becoming fridge art. And a very rare few are filed away to be used as nostalgia inducement in years to come.
One of my earliest recollections, on a car trip, was my perception of the wet, slick highway ahead that turned out to be an illusion, a mirage. The revelation that I was fooled, visually and intellectually tricked, stuck with me. This visual deception is now the basis for my creative direction.
When this idea is applied to my compositions (floating book, floating cards, floating rock) a sense of the impossible happens — for me, magic.
And as he crafted these, he didn’t simply just stand them there, but put them into action, just like we saw them on Saturday mornings. It is both fun and fascinating to see how much energy and personality are still there even though all we can see are their imaginary bones…