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

nucleomituphobia.

Posted on January 25, 2017 by George C. Hartman

Here is the obituary of trying: millions cascaded the streets swinging signs of hope. The skies were dreary but there was love and unity everywhere. “america first” is what we are told we will become. When once we were so … Continue reading →

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Maria

Posted on November 4, 2016 by George C. Hartman

I draw the blinds as the sky goes black on another day when we found out you were sick we cried more than at the smothering silence at your funeral except for the angels singing yeah, we all heard that … Continue reading →

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(mikes bar)

Posted on October 21, 2016 by George C. Hartman

about Mikes bar was an old mans bar on Roosevelt avenue right before the West Carteret bridge. I t was the quintessential filthy bar with a Jukebox, pool table and black and white Tv up on a shelf. It’s not … Continue reading →

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The Day I Met Rodney Hampton

Posted on August 24, 2016 by George C. Hartman

Friendship Hall was a large two story building at the end of Seventh street in Piscataway. It was a big old brick building that had 12 step recovery meetings all the time and every day. I always said this place … Continue reading →

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vhs movie stills from 1994

Posted on August 12, 2016 by George C. Hartman
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Hard to describe in words

Posted on August 11, 2016 by George C. Hartman

You may find yourself… One day I woke up here and the sun was spilling into our bed in what seemed to be huge buckets of yellow and orange paint. We had breakfast together and then went outside into the … Continue reading →

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POV #8

Posted on July 29, 2016 by George C. Hartman

E X P A N D the P H O T O

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A start for Gill Tree

Posted on July 28, 2016 by George C. Hartman

Click here to enlarge. This is an extremely rough version, at least a small beginning of a Gill tree. I want to thank Cheryl, a friend of mine for digging in unexpectedly and doing this. Yeah there are missing last … Continue reading →

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America Today July 4, 2016

Posted on July 8, 2016 by George C. Hartman

The Wild West At home and abroad, the world has grown less safe. Simply put, America is full of fear. Whether fueled by sexism, racism, or linked to radical Islam, simple things like going to a church or dancing at … Continue reading →

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POV #4

Posted on July 7, 2016 by George C. Hartman

E X P A N D the P H O T O

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