Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

Waiting

Posted on April 12, 2012 by George C. Hartman
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Rising to the top

Posted on April 11, 2012 by George C. Hartman

My love of New York City began when my father took me to my first Giants game in “old” Yankee stadium and we took the subway from Manhattan into the Bronx. I was nine years old and my right arm … Continue reading →

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whitewashed

Posted on April 6, 2012 by George C. Hartman

Buddha was right. Happiness comes with a separation from material things. Whitewash your fears and dive right into that ice cold ocean that you have nightmares about. To thine own self be true. I hope your children will be famous … Continue reading →

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Home Movies

Posted on April 3, 2012 by George C. Hartman

On the plane back from Las Vegas Nevada my prized possession was a dvd that Jaybird had burned for me. Several attempts at viewing proved futile and finally a visit to a “dvd specialist” gave me the bad news. The … Continue reading →

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“My life is holding the universe together.”

Posted on March 20, 2012 by George C. Hartman

Dearest Icky-Poo-Yum-Yum, My thoughts while searching for a vector ice cream cone on “images” in Google: is art an anti-depressant? If my laptop dies, I can always learn how to paint on canvas. Do you, as a man, know the … Continue reading →

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Mixed Greens

Posted on March 19, 2012 by George C. Hartman

In this dream I am painting a huge steel bridge by myself. There is a date etched in one of the concrete supports that says; “1960” It is very hard work with scaffolds and ladders in all kinds of weather. … Continue reading →

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who cares?

Posted on March 19, 2012 by George C. Hartman

SOME COMMENTS FROM MARCH 2012 PHOTOS THAT MAKE YOU THINK This photo of George Joseph Hartman, my grandfather, our grandfather, to me is the quintessential photo of who he was to me. There is everything here. His cloths, his car, … Continue reading →

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To write is to leave this world

Posted on March 15, 2012 by George C. Hartman

The ocean is always moving, adjusting. rearranging. Never silent. The seahawks scream and the whales hold echoey conversations. The ocean goes on deeper then any scientist has ever imagined. Even in the deepest darkest corner, something lives. My mind, like … Continue reading →

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Got guts?

Posted on February 20, 2012 by George C. Hartman
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Day Ten

Posted on February 16, 2012 by George C. Hartman

I tried to do ten photos in ten days but it took me almost 11 weeks. Anyway this is a photo of my keys. Three years ago I only had three keys. The key to my car. The key to … Continue reading →

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