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John L. Kerr
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Having been to St. Sulpice in Paris, I can attest that it is not a venue for the faint of heart.  Of those chosen to play the immense organ, few would have the courage to improvise....on a Gregorian chant!. I met Mr. York recently and he relayed this amazing experience.  I thought you'd enjoy hearing a quite different type of "riff". John
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"It was the worst of times, it was the well, worst of times". Now we see clearly why I did not become the Dickens of my era. Not that I aspired to that title, it seemed logical that it would be applied by the masses to the persona of one who spoke so eloquently of the masses, huddled by the TV and simultaneously communicated an undertone of observation of those same masses.
Media overload being what it is, other titles and labels applied to me and my images are perhaps more accurate, certainly less visible than the images that generated the labels.
Case in Chief:  Contained in this innocuously titled piece are almost all of the influences that were bedeviling me at the time (2011). If you are a photographer, you will readily spot a number of techniques and filters applied to the original photograph of my desk, the photographs, candles and computer sitting on it and the wall behind my desk. Critics of CGI and associative photography in general will be able to point to at least 3 major artists and 2 Movement themes that "informed" this piece.
They'd all most likely be correct.
Correct, in my experience, is not always accurate. Or complete.
And if I am to be deprived of the Dickens comparison, and thus worse yet, the appellation of Lieutenisian to my generation, should I be considered thin-skinned and bitter if I cried out, only in silence and only to myself, "This is not Chapter One.  I am not yet born."?
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Johnny Girolamo  1954  -  2013
It is with a great deal of difficulty that I must inform you all of the death of one of the original members of SaveImageAs, Johnny Girolamo.  Johnny grew up and lived in Southern California. He was not the type of person to read obituaries or funeral notices so he probably would missed this piece about him.  I only met Johnny in 2009 and yet it seems we lived a lifetime together.
That could be because just knowing Johnny was an adventure in itself. "C'mon, we're going for a ride," he'd say. If you went with him, there was truly no telling where you might end up or what would happen when you got to wherever it was you were going.  If, from early sign of premature ageing, you declined his invitation, then your regret at not going was far greater than the risk attendant to any excursion with him.
Johnny and I faced a number of extraordinary challenges together. I have never met another person who officially declared a State of Friendship, or at least offered a treaty proposal of Friendship.  Johnny did. After meeting me through a mutual acquaintance, and spending a couple of evenings watching movies, he came to my door one day without our mutual friend, Joe  He looked concerned...  I let him in, worried that something had happened to Joe. He did not sit down. nor accept my offer of coffee. He just looked at me  and asked , "Would it be alright if we were friends?" . In my experience, people, particularly adults our age, find themselves acknowledging (to themselves, first, usually) that they are coming to like so and so a great deal.  This is usually as a result of time spent together, at work or on a common project--something that the two people have in common.  That was not the case with Johnny and I. We had only met 2 or 3 times at the behest of this mutual acquaintance. To Johnny, however,  a friendship meant a commitment strong enough that he felt the need to verbalize it. Although well read and quite capable of pronouncing a competent judgment on most current schools of writing, Johnny rarely gave his opinion on such matters.  He was not  shy as much as he was pensive.  Not withdrawn as much as watchful.  Because Life had dealt him such difficult issues to resolve at such an early age, he stayed in the shadows at time -  as if "joining in" presented risks he wasn't ready to take.
When he did join in however, his friendship was an awesome experience.  He knew my diagnosis was terminal before most others in my life and he never once treated me differently. He was unafraid to ask me about its progression. He offered to help me, sometimes before I knew I would need help. His support of my early efforts in photography, salted with enough skepticism  I would amount to anything, blossomed into the type of enthusiasm one can only wish for.  Johnny was always candid when it came to my films, "Too long." "Pretty images, but nothing happens." are 2 comments of his that come to mind about films of mine that were, amazingly, liked by almost everyone who saw them. He was not contrary by nature, in fact he often tried to fit in by helping others far past the point most of us, his family and friends, would have stopped.
As I write this, I am aware that Johnny knew more about me than any other person alive. It is a curious feeling to be outliving the people who first knew I had a terminal illness.  When a person feels known, as I felt with Johnny, then there isn't anything to hide. Yet we still did keep things from each other.  I think that is from habit, not necessity of the fear of being "found out".  It is a remarkable feeling to know that I could have told Johnny the most intimate, shameful and sordid facts about my life and that a) he would still be my friend and b) he would never tell another person, even one with which he was closer than he was to me.
He lived by his own code of ethics. When he broke one of his own rules of friendship, his sense of rightness cause him to confront the issue face on.  In my time of knowing Johnny, I saw him exploited for his generosity, ridiculed for his loyalty to people the rest of the world had discarded because of their dishonesty. He could often see what the rest of us couldn't: the human face on the person who had hurt us, stolen from us, lied to us. He didn't overlook or deny the transgressions and his anger with the offender was often difficult to witness, but his forgiveness was not conditional. He got over it and moved on.
All of his friends and family are now looking at the future--a future without our Johnny.  In my heart I know I'll "get over it" and I know already that to survive, I must move on, but I also know that it was at moments like this that Johnny would appear out of nowhere with his homemade fudge and say, "C'mon, we're going for a ride."  I find myself finishing these notes waiting, without even knowing I am waiting, for my friend to arrive and take me on another adventure.  Johnny's death is such a powerful reminder to me to tell the people in my life how much they mean to me as often as I can. And to demonstrate to them that they do have meaning in my life by how I treat them and how involved I am in their lives by my awareness of their needs and my celebration of their success.   I only wish you all had had the chance to meet him. You'd have loved his fudge.  John
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So sorry to hear the news. Your words  are so heart felt ... I have experienced loss ... and have learned that life goes on ...  memories are so precious. My thoughts are with you and his family. Love is all.
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Mary's Blog on Blogger has been invaluable to me for a few years. She has responded to me personally a few times but her blog is always filled with up-to-date information to help blog writers
maintain and enhance their sites.  I particularly appreciate her writing style: she really is one of us and her instructions and suggestions truly sound like you just obtained them from a friend. This is a top notch site for anyone who blogs and/ or uses other Google products ...hmmm, I guess that pretty well covers everyone I know. Check it out. John
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Reserved, Intrepid, Teachable, Selfish, Generous, Critical, Enthusiastic, Intuitive, Physical, Dilettante
The year I formally graduated High School, I wanted at least one yearbook.  Although I had been doing Independent Study for 2 years and not attending regular classes, I knew I had been voted as the winner in "Best Sense of Humor", "Most Creative"...and something else. Obviously not "Most Humble".
Although I wanted to ink-in my sentiments, almost every one of them pre-written, (even for books belonging to people who barely knew me),  I didn't want people writing their's in mine.
While I was fairly certain what most of them would say, I wasn't 100% certain. At the time, I believed, with a vanity I justified as self-awareness,  just one entry that was less than completely superlative would denigrate the yearbook's future value: The Evidence of the Impact I had made that year on my classmates and teachers as The Artist as a young man.

My memory reminds me that most of us thought, spoke and acted in superlatives was always, the best, unbelievable, the worst ever, never...a form of energy more easily accessible when we are younger, but not always able to be used with foresight.
Later, I found when I had the foresight, I often couldn't tap into that wellspring of energy...perhaps, all that superlative thinking had taken its toll.                                                  

Now, all these many years later, clearly not the young man I was or believed I was and now struggling with the label, "artist", on the Google+ page, SaveImageAs,  I open my latest "yearbook" for your inspection. 
Notice I did not say, "comments".   I say I want your comments. I want to want them. Even your +1's. But it's completely okay with me if you forgot your pen or eschew +1'ing.

I detest instant intimacy, (see "Critical" above). Social forums both bore and bother me and I have until now successfully avoided all of them.      
Perhaps I'm only jealous of those with the time, talent and a sufficient circle of people to make a success of their pages. I rarely have all 3 at the same time.

Google+ may have simply done a better promotional job in convincing me it has in its design a somewhat different goal.
I choose to give it a shot.  If the page, SaveImageAs, brings the type of voices together that it could, I will be wildly satisfied. And if that isn't superlative thinking, I'll never ever figure out what it is. Ever.

If it doesn't work out and my health holds its own, I have another High School reunion in 2 years.  I'll bring my old yearbook in case I find someone who wants a chance finally to sign it or someone who did and now wants to add a postscript. Because that future I was thinking of back then, has arrived.

In the meantime, (take a deep breath, John), please let me know how you think this experiment is working for you. It is after all, your successes and your insights into those not-so-successful efforts that have made me feel Intrepid, Teachable, Generous, Enthusiastic and Intuitive. The other adjectives, I accomplished on my own.

Good health to you!
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Newport/Costa Mesa CA - Newport Beach CA - Washington DC - Los Angeles CA - Sudan, Africa - Paris, France - Spokane WA
I finished updating the public about the late Amerrican artist, J. Lieutenis. "He" has achieved a level of visibility and attention I once craved. I'm glad for him. In the meantime, I have also had some modest success with my images. One of my films was selected to be shown at a Film Festival I had actually heard of. In September 2013, I completed a short film which put the number of films I've made since 2010 at 101.
  • Working in collaboration with the Ulander Project
    I completed editing the biography and short film on the works of the late American artist, J. Lieutenis. I am now editing a series of short films collectively known as "Laura's House"., present
    In freelancing as an independent short film maker, I have learned that the career I had in the non-profit world has paid off. Non profit doesn't just apply to social service agencies. But the lack of regular income has been offset by the amazing thrill I still get when I find that a piece of mine has been sold. Bit by bit, the computer rendered images I make are finding an audience. Who would have guessed? Who'd imagine how thankful and amazed I remain.
  • American Red Cross, L A. Free Clinic, Braille Institute
    L.A. Sex Information Helpline, Elwyn of CA, Peace Corps, VISTA
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