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RB Profile The STRINGER Interview
by DannyHe and his two assistants then proceeded to throw the appliances over the edge of the cliff in full view of all the elderly tourists.
The long awaited Red Bubble Profile on Ivan Stringer / This story incorporates many facts about Stringer / Stringer has been more than generous in his answers, time and photos he has supplied for this story.
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Another rescue, but you can tell by his age that little or no damage was done (except for my poor glove that happened to catch his attention). He has since grown into a beautiful and healthy adult black leopard (there are only two black leopards at the sanctuary – the other being Abra, a female). I apologize that his “baby” picture is the only thing I have right now. I have not be able to get to the sanctuary over the past year plus because of other demands on my time. That will be rectified as soon as I can. / I truly hope that another message comes through.. that these animals DO NOT MAKE GOOD PETS.. that’s why places like Noah’s are in existence. If people would just think before they buy that cute LITTLE cub.. life would be easier on all of us especially the animals. After all.. they didn’t ask to be in the situation they are.. and there are far to many unscrupulous people out there that are in it for the money.. / At least with education, we might make a little difference.. even if we save just one animal.. it’s a beginning!! / All proceeds from any sales will be donated to Noah’s Lost Ark Sanctuary for the care and feeding of the animals.
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One of the most inspiring writers of the modern era.
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A tribute to an inspiration.. with original Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas writing
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Part of my Revolutionaries Series. ink and watercolors 11×15” (Winsor & Newton Cotman and Loew-Cornell Metallics on Strathmore CP 300 series paper) Hunter S. Thompson: / “America… just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.” Dr. Thompson was a genius and his contributions to journalism and popular culture are immense. He is an inspiration to me as a writer to be true to myself and my beliefs, and he adhered to those qualities until his death. He spoke the truth, and that is beautiful. He exposed many people to the concept of several parallel dimensions existing alongside our own.
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I have done portraits of people I consider to be or have been Revolutionaries, from writers to musicians, creative and independent thinkers all of them!
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This is a one of a kind digital print. It is a poetic montage of disparate images communicating the experience of modern life much the same way as primitive artists expressed themselves in the cave paintings at Lascaux in Southwestern France some 16,000 years ago. This is the beginning of what I affectionally call Gonzo Art. All digital art created by me are “One Of A Kind” prints. This is so the original retains its integrity as the only one of its kind and as such will be signed by me or an appointed executer of my estate should I die before all my work has been sold. Each work is printed on treated canvas with the highest quality inks and fixed with four to five coats of UV Fixative. These works are created to stand the test of time and if properly cared for will last life times. If you want to know more about collecting “One Of A Kind” Digital Prints Click Here Ron Eller Price: $1,100.00 Dimensions: 54.000×90.000 inches Medium: Digital Art, Mixed Medium If you wish to purchase a “One Of A Kind” signed digital print email me at ron@reller.com or call at (860) 267-6729.
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this piece is based on Vaughn Bode’s lizards and Hunter.s. Thompson. Two creative geniuses that live in my heart.
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just me painting myself without using a mirror. Getting loosened up and playing with the shapes & color. Striving for a more energetic painted image as my realism has been to quiet to suit me.
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another version of my self portrait done without looking at any reference other than the surface the paint was going on, making the “dance ” happen spontaneously as the image builds in front of me. Responding to the urges as they came – immediately without double thinking it.
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this is number 2 because I got back after it while it sat in the studio with glazes and some more strokes …. another Calligraphic Expression Series piece emphasizing the brush stroke as the carrier of conceptual construction and visual aesthetics while imparting energy from the color and line quality of the brush mark. The brush stroke acts as a device to peal the veil away or gain access to my raw primal inner being as well as give it voice. By moving the brush in response to each urge immediately and continuely I’m able to get out in front of my frontal cortex thinking giving the larger me a chance to direct the action and create the image. It always amazes me what depths can be plumbed this way. How the bigger mind can balance things more effectively with a lucid fluidity that seems to just boil up to the surface. I choose the colors the same way and they act as an amplifier to the brush stroke’s voice.
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another Calligraphic Expression Series piece emphasizing the brush stroke as the carrier of conceptural construction and visual aesthetics while imparting energy from the color and line quality of the brush mark. The brush stroke acts as a device to peal the veil away or gain access to my raw primal inner being as well as give it voice. By moving the brush in response to each urge immediately and continuely I’m able to get out in front of my frontal cortex thinking giving the larger me a chance to direct the action and create the image. It always amazes me what depths can be plumbed this way. How the bigger mind can balance things more effectively with a lucid fluidity that seems to just boil up to the surface. I choose the colors the same way and they act as an amplifier to the brush stroke’s voice.
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another version of my self portrait done without looking at any reference other than the surface the paint was going on, making the “dance ” happen spontaneously as the image builds in front of me. Responding to the urges as they came – immediately without double thinking it.
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“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.” Hunter S. Thompson (American Journalist and Author, 1937-2005)
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Based on the campaign poster for Hunter S Thompsons run for sheriff in Aspen. A two thumbed red hand holding a peyote. Has a distressed effect I have one of these myself and it turned out spiffing I must say.
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Hunter Thompson should really require no introduction. Quite simply put, he was THE man. But, if you don’t already know him, I guess now you do. The day the news of his apparent suicide broke was the first time a ‘celebrity’ death ever hit me like a sack of bricks. The only other one to’ve effected me in a similar way was that of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (Who, I imagine, will be another subject of mine, soon enough.) This man was and is one of my go-to guys, one of my all-time heroes in life. Another one-hour portrait. Oils on 8” x 10” canvas panel.
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Never have I had my knees knocked this much while shooting. I could almost hear them but my heartbeat was trying to overpower the sound of my panting so my knees didn’t have a chance. The hive was small, or it seemed to be (no pun intended). The hole in the tree was less than 4-fingers wide and the tree looked healthy. So, unless it was hollow and faking vitality, there couldn’t have been THAT much room inside. No more than a few hundred bees, maybe a thousand max. I couldn’t see the bottom of the hole without using the flash and I wasn’t about to use a flash while playing ‘gonzo photographer’ and seeing how close I could put my hand to the hive opening. I did take a few flash shots a little later but I was ready to run since the instructions for the camera said don’t shoot into the subjects’ eyes; also, the heat might be dangerous. I don’t know where I planned to run to but that was the plan, anyway. I pays not to examine a plan too closely when you already know the plan sucks. I was on my way back to the van when I saw the lone bee on the tree and decided to see if I could do as well as Trudi does with bee macros. I was able to get the camera too close to focus so I rattled off a couple dozen shots before I noticed there were a few more bees around. Then I noticed there were a LOT more bees around. I looked around the side of the tree and decided the word “lot” was a bit underwhelming for the magnitude of stingers I was seeing so I backed away at about 25 miles per hour and tried to stop ‘backing away’ within a couple hundred feet or so. Damn. Face to face with a swarm of bees was NOT what I was expecting when I went up to shoot a lone bee that was probably dying anyway. Well, your gonzo photographer wasn’t about to let fear OR common sense make him miss The Shot so I went back boldly and reassessed the situation. Yes, there were a lot of bees about but it seemed manageable. Besides, animals dig me and I’m not afraid of bees. (Bees are insects and being unafraid of ONE bee is not the same as being terrified of a hive of bees but let’s not quibble over minor issues.) I was committed to go back and shoot. I was also committed to go back and get my camera bag from under the hive where I left it in somewhat of a rush for my life. First few attempts to lurk around the side of the tree failed because there was a hump of bark I couldn’t see and it was blocking the camera’s angle. Then I realized that most of the bees were coming and going the direction my hand was held and it was getting peppered with bee bumps, each of which spoiled my aim yanking my hand back. So I tried a frontal approach and got within about 6 feet before I was too scared to move closer. Even with the 55-200 lens, that wasn’t close enough to qualify as true ‘gonzo’. It took a bit but I could finally tell that almost none of the bees were coming from the left side of the hole and few were coming back that way. I sucked up my courage and went around the tree to approach from the left side and realized I missed the hive when shooting the single bee because my hearing is gone in my right ear – the one closest to the tree. From the left side however, hearing a beehive was a damned sight easier and it was just like the movies: one loud drone that got louder at times.. But nobody has ever been killed by a drone (unless it was the one coming from your math teacher before you flunked algebra and your mom promised to end your life). From this approach, I was able to see what I couldn’t see from the other side too: I had been sticking my hand almost in the hole. No wonder it was getting in the way of the bees not expecting it! That actually made the next part easier because it couldn’t be as stupid as reaching at a beehive blindly was. On my knees because of the hole was low, I crawled around the tree, ignoring the noise both inside and outside of my chest, and got about 2 feet of the hole when being peppered by the bees in the back of my head got unnerving and I decided closer wasn’t gonna happen. I was shaking so badly I upped the vibration reduction on the Panasonic to the highest level and slid my left hand along the bark of the tree towards the hole. I got about 3 inches away before I started to panic and just went for whatever I could shoot with my right hand. Here was one of those shots. Backing away from the hive proved to be the scary part because something went down the inside back of my sweatshirt, against my skin. I froze. It didn’t. Not good. I set the camera down and tried to pull my sweatshirt away from my back (I wasn’t wearing anything under it) and hoped my belt was tight when it fell down, if it did. I assumed it did because I never felt that crawling sensation again – until driving about 20 minutes and 10 miles. Well, getting ONE bee sting wasn’t going to be all that bad so I reached back there and… ...removed the lone ladybug, very much alive, if not a bit sweaty from my back. It took off for a new life and I started feeling like I’m the most gonzo photographer on the planet. :-D No, I’m not Steve Irvin with a camera. Steve knew what he was doing. I just wanna get The Shot.
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KIDS, DON’T TRY THIS! IT’S NEITHER SAFE NOR SMART!!! Oh well, sometimes you goof and this shoot was a goof. I had it planned out so well too but forgot one small detail. The Nikon D80 was on a tripod with the 55-200 telephoto lens aimed dead centre into the hole on the tree. I used the remote to trigger it while I used the Panasonic to move all the way over the hive and shoot video. What was SUPPOSED to happen was I’d get a photographic record of my shooting the video from less than 2 inches from the hive using a macro setting. I’d get some still from that distance too if I was feeling brave. What HAPPENED was I forgot the D80’s focus was too tight on the opening of the hive and it completely missed or didn’t show the other camera or my hand. Arrgh! But taking so many shots in a row DID shed so light on the entire hive. First and most important was that I couldn’t see bees disappearing into the cracks in the bark of the tree without shots less than one second apart and very close. While I though there was one way into the hive, there are actually at least two additional ways – one of them under my hand in the previous shot! This time, my hand wasn’t covering the way out for the bees not using the main entrance and they came out to find something new in their way. I had a sweat shirt with significantly tighter opening but they wound up all over it rather quickly. I was able to gently remove them but it took a while to figure out the problem – like, only after I was back home. :-| Second interesting thing was the bee dance was obvious on the bark outside the hole. I was able to watch the twists and turns while a circle of bees learned the positions of the nectar and pollen. And by watching, I was able to distinguish two different locations, wherever they actually were. (Remember, I’m neither a bee nor good at reading bee dances.) I think you can even see the different pollen sources in the colours the bees are carrying. This also explained the other half of the constant bumping into me: the bees that followed the instructions were the ones who took off from the circle but the instructions didn’t account for a dumb human and a camera in the immediate path. It would appear that bees aren’t using a whole lot of sight when taking off; they’re probably trying to remember all those damn twists and turns with brains the size of pin heads. Third, there are no bees that look an different from each other so it appears that all are just plain, common but rare honeybees. However, using the quick shooting of the Panasonic TZ-4, I was now able to recognize who was coming and going and who was just watching me. Again, I only figured this out at home but it helped explain why I was attacked twice. Still no stings but it wasn’t fun being chased around a bit by a single hive protector two times. Now I’m faced with a dilemma. I can’t brace myself against the tree now because I know there will be bees coming out where my hands are. I also can’t offer amended flight plans avoiding my camera hand for bees heading for the pollen using the right flight plans. I can correct the D80 composition issue but my last time of ignorant luck has come and gone. I think I know too much now to be calm not knowing if there are two more exits or TEN more exits. Odds are, I’m done with this one. Let me amend that: I’M DONE WITH THIS ONE. Ladybugs, geese, squirrels, and now bees have been The Gonzo Photographer’s target face-to-face subjects. I think I’ll aim for ants or unusual mud formations that resemble faces until I can pull my heart out of my throat. Then I might graduate to pill bugs. Yeah. That seems safe enough. PS Without the flash, you couldn’t see much definition of the bees or the hive. I didn’t want to use it but wasn’t afraid to with the telemacro possibility preventing any fears of spooking even more ‘watcher’ bees.
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Hunter Thompson / I need some god damn medicine
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I said I’d never do it again. I didn’t. Really I didn’t. I haven’t been back to that other hive in William Land Park since that last day I did the shooting. THIS is an all NEW hive in an entirely different place. So the temptation to shoot it was great but not a violation of my solemn wordf. Well, not a TRUE violation, right??? This hive was much harder to get to. The branch that broke off was about 7 1/2 feet off the ground and the hole faced outward but wasn’t deep too the back; it went up and down parallel to the trunk and neither end was the slightest bit visible using the telephoto lens from a safe distance. But 7 1/2 feet is just about the extreme of my reach and I did have the Panasonic TZ4 over my shoulder and waiting. All the attempted shots that had a chance were taken by it. I walked up rather boldly since I wasn’t at the level of the hive access and was promptly bumped in the back of the head by two incoming bees. A very gentle wave of my hand overhead and they departed, probably disoriented from the new obstruction in their flight paths. Up against the tree, I could hear the deep sound of buzzing and accurately guess this place was a lot bigger than it seemed. Nothing worked for a while because I tried to shoot without the flash and too far from the inside of the hive. And between each attempt, I had to back off and let the guardian bees calm back down. Finally I got my hand into the hole and used the flash. Not good. But I can’t say ‘not expected’. Out came all the guardians and a cluster of just plain mad bees. I back away slowly waving my left hand over my head (like it would ward off evil or some such rot) and about 20 feet away, everybody went their own direction. I looked at the shot and saw that the camera focused on a wall, and a burnt one at that. LOL! OK, let’s try again and risk the flash once more. Another perfect shot of nothing interesting but the reflected light showed me what I couldn’t see before: there was another comb at the top of the hole and it was quite full and swarming too. Aaarrrghhhhh!!!! :-O Seems I’d been bumping into the top comb for a while but those bees had been pretty darn patient with me. LOL! OK, now that I know the lay of the land, I can slip the camera into the hold at an angle and get the bottom comb with the bees in it, which is what you see here. The entire camera was in the hive because the bottom hive was so deep into the tree I couldn’t get the light on it because of the location of the flash relative to the lens at the focal point of “nothing and less than nothing”. :-D Then to get the camera aimed blindly as well took a lot of flash shots – maybe 20 – and I never got more than three before the bees swarmed me again. In the end, two fair shots but for what it took, I’m hella happy I got them without a single sting. Woo hoo! Camera: Panasonic TZ4 / Location: Crosswoods Park, Citrus Heights, California (outside Sacramento) / Fear factor: about 5 and getting better with each hive. KIDS! DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS! IT IS DANGEROUS AND CAN LEAD TO SERIOUS INJURY!
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And one last shot of bees flying into the hive. Gotta see at highest magnification for best results. :-)
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A Tribute to the late great “Gonzo” journalist.
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