Izzy Seltzer's Blog

this is no clip joint, you get your money's worth.

2009-11-30T06:12:00.000-08:00

chalk of another color

2009-11-30T06:05:00.000-08:00

Cosmetics don't work.

2009-10-11T01:51:00.000-07:00

2009-10-11T01:48:00.000-07:00

Now where did that dime roll too?

2009-10-11T01:36:00.000-07:00

2009-09-28T09:02:00.000-07:00

2009-09-16T01:40:00.000-07:00

Nanny smokes, kiddies swing!

2009-08-09T13:18:00.000-07:00

DUKE de Petunia

2009-06-26T04:54:00.000-07:00

I'VE GOT ROCKS IN MY HEAD (so I've been told)

2009-04-14T06:24:00.000-07:00

Photographer's Secrets number One: The trick to making rocks look good when you're taking pictures of them outdoors on a hot day is to continuously throw water on them (and yourself, too, but careful, avoid the camera!)

2009-03-18T16:59:00.000-07:00

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2009-02-16T07:45:00.000-08:00

HAVING A BAD HAIR DAY.

2009-02-13T13:11:00.000-08:00

2009-01-24T18:59:00.000-08:00

2009-01-24T17:33:00.000-08:00

2009-01-16T08:59:00.000-08:00

I figure that this guy has just lost everything in the Market because his Broker was a 'Goniff' (Yiddish for thief) who had only his own interests at heart. So, either Our Man is going after the Goniff himself or he's about to send him this pistol wrapped in the NYTimes Stock Market pages with a note that says (Be honorable and due what you have to do.) I'd swear I got this idea from Shakespeare...ah yes, Anton and Cleop'tra. Chilling.

TULIP LOSES ALL SENSE OF REALITY

2008-05-22T13:28:00.001-07:00

THIS GORGEOUS TWO-TONED TULIP FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH ITSELF AND RUSHED HEADLONG TOWARDS THE HOT LIGHTS... and sizzled. Now, all that remains: fried fronds, a mere memory of it's former glory, pressed deep between pages of an old encyclopedia.

2008-04-30T05:15:00.000-07:00

I have a 12 year old grandson named Milo, who -- upon seeing this image for the first time-- asked "who's this Venus de Milo, anyway?" He and his brother Isaac and sister leila (both are 12 , also) spend time with me in my studio after school. We paint, wrestle, yell obscenities, do You-Tube and eat. But now their elsewhere-directed social activities leave me with nothing to do but CREATE! Ah: madness, frustration, hard work and breathless joy. Every day of my life. (With Venus de Milo looking over my shoulder.)

Dark Vader

2008-04-28T18:16:00.000-07:00

This perfect white rose was sitting in a glass of water on my studio window very near where I keep my bottles of ink. Well, I reached up to refill my drawing pens with black ink and of course the large full bottle started to slip out of my hand but I caught it but not before it had done it's damage or should I say it's magic! You don't believe me? Why, I never would have done a thing like this to a perfect white rose now would I?

2008-03-27T11:30:00.000-07:00

60 YEARS LATER., EBBOTS FIELD, FRIDAY JULY 13TH 1948. NINTH INNING. JACKIE ROBINSON UP TO BAT. COVERING CENTER FIELD, I CAUGHT THIS ON A JUMP JUST BEFORE IT ENTERED THE BLEACHERS. NOW LOOK AT IT.

2008-03-24T10:56:00.001-07:00

I must explain what you're looking at here: For starters, this is a framed

photograph of a massive truck passing under a metro overpass. Onto the glass of this framed photograph is reflected some bare trees growing outside a nearby window. This was such a compelling image that I was compelled to re-photograph it in it's ephemeral state on my wall. 2007

2008-03-19T18:48:00.001-07:00

Boxhead Boxer

2008-03-18T13:40:00.000-07:00

2008-03-17T03:21:00.000-07:00

2008-03-16T14:24:00.000-07:00

2008-03-13T09:58:00.000-07:00

THIS SIGN HUNG IN THE WINDOW OF A WALL STREET BAR A FEW YEARS AGO. I'D SAY IT WAS THE ONLY BAR WITH A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR, TOO BAD IT WAS EARLY MORNING....

2008-03-13T09:52:00.000-07:00

2008-03-12T08:24:00.000-07:00

2008-03-12T08:09:00.000-07:00

I'm even confused by the above title, it 'wrote itself ' I swear. So, onward towards clarity:

Confession: This blog is a substitute for a website. Ah, now I feel better. What I want this thing to do for me is primarily display newly concocted photographs, photographs that don't usually fall into any intelligent grouping. Never-the-less (hmmm, what a great old-fashioned phrase) this is the way my brain works. totally outside the box. (a modern phrase). So DON'T LOOK FOR ORDER! But, if you fell into viewing this website --whoops, I mean blog, either by design-- or by accident -- I'd be most happy to hear what you thought of it. contact: isadore2 (at)verizon.net

Folks, I deliberately replaced the @ sign with (at) so that I won't be deluged with automatic spam. You should of course instead insert the @ sign. I can't wait for the accolades to come rolling in....

2008-03-09T11:55:00.000-07:00

Look, here's how it goes: In 1948 I was 18 and living in L.A. where the only way to get to work was in your own car. So, borrowing 600 bucks from my Mom, I bought my first car: a clean 1939 black Chevy coupe. (I might add here that my job, my first job in life, was at the L.A. airport working for the Civil Aeronautics Administration delivering mail on rollerskates inside a giant hanger. Since then I've owned-- at one time or another-- 24 cars.

2008-03-08T07:19:00.000-08:00

This is not an ad for a new/old car. It is a straight photo of two tiny 1940 fords, 2 inches tall. (I won't tell you where they are manufactured.) Below you'll see how they become actors in an ongoing drama that evokes a driver's nightmares. Well, not just nightmares but also daydreams and passions.