Tumblr Safe, with Dakota Snow (@msdakotasnow on IG - looks like tumblr lost her too). In the future, you can find me @lawrencesview on instagram, and I’m getting a blog made through my website (lawrencesview.com). Please bear with me while I get the blog made - Tumblr did not pick the most convenient of times to shut down the art nude community. Goodbye, Tumblr!
The Abandoned Angel, with @melancholic-model. Palladium-toned kallitype. I had started this last year, but revisited it now that my kallityping has improved, and finally gotten the final version to where I want it.
The Painter, with @keiragrant. Part of my Duchamp-inspired motion series, brush and palette courtesy of Keira. 8x10 Tintype. Copyright 2018, William Lawrence.
The Death of Frida Kahlo. With @blueriverdream. Diptych, 8x10 Tintype/Tintype with embroidery thread. Inspired by Frida Kahlo’s last diary entry. I’ll have this at the December Holiday Market at Artists & Makers I in Rockville, MD on Dec. 7 - stop by my table and check it out!
@blueriverdream. 8x10 Black Glass Ambrotype. Copyright 2018, William Lawrence.
I’m liking the black glass for wet-plate, but my source has glass thick enough that I’m going to have to see if I can make it work. Blue’s pose here is lovely, though, and goes so well with wet-plate!
Barred, with @livsage. This was originally titled after the obvious natural feature in the landscape, but given recent conversations going on in the national media and on social media, “barred” maybe applicable on more than one level.
On the 18th I’m having a drawing in the show “A Thin Black Line” at the Ars Memoria Gallery in Chicago. The show features some insane pencil masters like Allen Williams and Yoann Lossel and is curated by Cris Velasco. Ought to be a special evening!
Very pleased to have a painting in the “Le Rêve” group exhibition at the lovely Haven Gallery. Thank you Erica Berkowitz for including me in the show! :)
If you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death (or shall I say death implies life?), you can feel yourself – not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke - but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.I am not trying to sell you on this idea in the sense of converting you to it, I want you to play with it. I want you to think of its possibilities, I am not trying to prove it. I am just putting it forward as a possibility of life to think about. So then, let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could for example have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time, or any length of time you wanted to have.And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure during your sleep. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each you would say “Well that was pretty great”. But now let’s have a surprise, let’s have a dream which isn’t under control, where something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it’s gonna be.And you would dig that and would come out of that and you would say “Wow that was a close shave, wasn’t it?”. Then you would get more and more adventurous and you would make further- and further-out gambles what you would dream. And finally, you would dream where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today.That would be within the infinite multiplicity of choices you would have. Of playing that you weren’t god, because the whole nature of the godhead, according to this idea, is to play that he is not. So in this idea then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality, not god in a politically kingly sense, but god in the sense of being the self, the deep-down basic whatever there is. And you are all that, only you are pretending you are not.