I’ve never really labeled myself as an “artist”, but I love to dabble in many of the artistic genres. I tend to just let my mind tell my hands what to do, and I wait for the end result. I kind of move around through photography, writing, painting, and drawing. I’ve never put my art up for sale, but I’ve had a few people that made special requests, which were granted. My photography can be all over the spectrum, but I tend to be drawn to lines, light, and the unusual. I also enjoy themed series, in which I can try to tell a story.
Clayton Turner hosts Oklahoma! and is a member of Abstract Realism, All Kisses, All Out Emotion, All the Fun of the Fair, American Southwest , Animal Kingdom, Architectural Photography, Architecture and cityscapes, B&W - Character - People Shots, Beautiful Garbage, Bicycle, Black and White Photography, Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, Cars, Motorbikes and Motorsports, Classic Cars Worldwide, Color Me a Rainbow (Current Color: BLACK [No FLowers]), Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Contemporary Architecture, Dilapidated Buildings, Everyday Life, Friends of RedBubble, Gone Golfing, Kairos, Light and Reflection 1/24, Light up My Life (all about lamps), Route 66 - The Mother Road, Shapes & Patterns - Limit of 2 images per day, Sports Photography, Stuck in a box, The Male Photographer, Timelapse/Long Exposure Photography and Windows and Doors.
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I decided to let go. / I just can’t do anymore. / I left it up to you, but you didn’t take it seriously. / I can’t keep asking you to be a friend, reminding you of what hurts my fe…
With different goals, / and different dreams, / in one location, / their paths convene.
Build me up a ladder- / build me up a stairway, / so that my eyes can see above the crowd. / I tire of the lower view: shoulders and necks, ears and hairlines.
How can I, / feel so alone? / The world spins around me, / while I sit at home.
I sit and stare at pictures, / at these moments caught in time. / Have I framed reality?, / or has reality changed my mind?
I want to be famous, / but I want to be left alone. / I want to see the world, / but I don’t want to leave my home.