Neon Abstract: # 2
by Chipka
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On the night I spun like a drunken dervish on Belmont and Something, I captured quite a number of neon-intense shots. I captured a number of taxis too, but that’s to be expected. It was a busy “Pre Pride” night, after all, and Boys Town was in the mood to party.
At the corner of Belmont and Something, I felt a strange sense of displacement. I know that area intimately; I remember walking with friends, giddy on whatever moods ruled our nights back in those days. I’d just graduated from Columbia College. I worked as a tutor in the school’s Writing Center: providing assistance to various students enrolled in various English classes. Most were ESL students from Poland and from France, from Spain, Italy, and China. The friends I enjoyed were fellow tutors and former Writing Center students either on the verge of graduation, or already graduated. We met every Thursday night. We called ourselves The Thursday Club.
We’d always found some reason to wander the eastern stretch of Belmont Avenue. We always found some reason to gorge ourselves on food and beer, more food and milkshakes, and then dance the calories off at Smart Bar or Metro. I didn’t have a camera in those days, and so I have few pictures to commemorate those times. The Thursday Club has disbanded, for the most part, though I’m still in contact with one other member. She lives in Eugene, Oregon now. We chat as regularly as we can, and though she’s not a photographer yet, she’s a writer, and (as soon as she catches the photographer bug) she’ll probably become a Renderosity Photography Ninja. She’s already visited the site on a number of occasions; she’s already seen the galleries.
As I spun on the corner of Belmont and Something, I remembered the Thursday Club, and it’s various members: a motley crew of urban adventurers, including a pipsqueak Frenchman who everyone decided was too cute to walk around fully dressed. We never coaxed him into streaking through the city, but that thought crossed our minds regularly. He lived close to Belmont and Something, and as Corey and I ambled east on Belmont Avenue, we passed what used to be his apartment. As Corey snapped pictures of park benches and bus stop workings, I spun on the next street corner, blurring myself into a strange overlap between past and present. It was a Thursday Club night, though I was the only founding member present. It was a Saturday night, but none of that mattered. The mood was the same: giddy and free.
Giddy freedom is a hard thing to come by in Chicago: the city is business as usual and so there is little time for anything other than…well…business. On Saturday night, however—last Saturday night—as I spun and snapped photos, Chicago’s business mask slipped, just a fraction of a millimeter as Belmont Avenue and Something Street became a near linear blur on my camera display screen. Traffic slowed, and people gawked, and I laughed at the idea that, for once, a pipsqueak Frenchman (a really gorgeous pipsqueak at that) was not responsible for the traffic snarl, as he sang some heavy metal anthem in searing off-key glory.
Later, as I looked at the blurs I’d captured, I decided to tweak a few of them. This is the second blur: a neat aggregate of linear streaks in all of the colors of the Saturday Night. I liked the original version enough to keep, but I tweaked a version as well…doubled the number of image layers and shifted the upper layer. Tweaking photographic captures is one of the simple pleasures in my life, and as I digifiddled, I remembered the Thursday Club, and heavy-metal short guys who never pronounced the letter “h.” I remembered Corey, crouched a bit too close to a stinky garbage can, buzzing with night-flies, as he caught a line of benches, and his own odd stares from the passenger windows of passing cars.
As always, thank you for viewing and reading and commenting.
Comments (19)
durleybeachbum
I did enjoy spinning with you just now and hearing your recollections of the cutie-pie Frenchman. The image is superb, but it is so much more with the words!
jocko500
round and round we go; no one know when we stop...i most likely mess up the saying; for it been a long time cent i say this kid's riddle...cool shot
helanker
I agree with Andrea. I had fun imagine I was one of you in Belmont and something:) And I like the light abstract alot.
sandra46
very cool work, great composition! i love hoe neon signs can be molded to suit our mood, and they're so ready to blink, pulse, wink and make one dizzy!
jac204
I agree with what the others are saying, that your words add so much more to the images.
Geoaskier
LOVE IT!
MrsRatbag
Looks like neon plaid! Well done!
bmac62
Now why have I never thought of that...spinning that is. LOL My heritage is Scottish (and some Irish). This would make a great and lively Scottish clan plaid. Liked the idea of a Thursday night club...even looked up Columbia College. Sounds like a great place to have studied art.
kgb224
This is an outstanding capture my friend and your writing is so wonderful to read.
Meisiekind
Bill said it - it immediately reminded me of Scottish plaid! What a joyful image and your words makes it so much more special! Wonderful work Chip - I really like it!!!!
faroutsider
Fractal visions, fractal writing - infinite depth, whatever the point of view...
minos_6
The two of you really must have made quite a sight! Neon #1 showed you whirled like a banshee, but this one suggests light speed! I really like the conflict in physics you set up with your post work, too. As for the gorgeous Frenchman, I knew one of those in my teens, which was my own pre-camera era ... Great piece of nostalgia to accompany your work!
flavia49
superlative composition!!
jmb007
bonne photo!!
beachzz
OH yeah, this ROCKS!! Gives the impression that at that particular moment in time, you didn't know if you were comin or goin. And who knows, at the instant you spun around and got that shot, maybe your cute little Frenchman WAS still there!!
KatesFriend
An effective way to make the 'business as usual' city dissolve away. The bright streaks of light are apt for the quirky (though shamelessly commercial) music I find myself listening tonight - Fabulous BHR 15.3.
auntietk
Love the spin, love the plaid, love the story and the memory of Thursday nights in a different time. Memory is a funny thing, and I notice the further I get from something the more storylike it becomes. It's not that it becomes unreal, or that the story grows, it's just that the distance changes something. My friend, I bet you know exactly what I mean. :P
danapommet
And I got dizzy and fell down. Love the mix of colors and I'm getting dizzy again. Dana
praep
Again - a very nice work.