The Response

Tony Arnold, Soprano

Incongruity is underrated if you ask me. The bizarre, absurd, the playful. I love a photo, or any other art form for that matter, that makes me laugh, gasp, takes my breath away, that makes me weep. Photography is more than something pretty to look at it. It draws you in, gets you thinking, lingers like a lovers perfume on your lapel, hours after an engagement.

Give me a bent nose, an overly verbose black ball gown in the oppressing Nevadan heat, a story of a lovers first glance across a crowded cold ferry ride to sweep me off my feet and swell my soul. That’s my quest to capture as an artist.

Pretty is the presentation, allure and intrigue are the remnants of coffee left behind in the vessel. What was said with the coffee, and with whom? What paired with the nectar of life? Milky smooth Columbian froth subsides and what remains is the core, the substance of it all.

As we close out 2019, take heed of your vessel. Fill your cup with abundance and substance, and cry out Karjaka for an incongruous response.