An interview with Freelance Australian Photographer Blair James Stuart
Diana Mary Sharpton
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Photographer and Digital Artist Blair Stuart
My featured guest this Sunday evening is a brilliant inspirational artist, photographer and poet. He is an enigma, a rustic, individual, honest, decent, a caring man.
This is strictly my literal impression and personal point of view gathered from interactions on G+. I met him in the #Circle Queen Community and have humbly attempted to represent him in a #poem titled “A Maverick”.
The music selection accompaniment is Santana’s “Europa”(8) uploaded on YouTube in 2008.
So, without further ado, let me introduce Blair Stuart, Entrepreneur, Independent Freelance Photographer and Digital Visual Artist.
He cares about folks struggling to be noticed in this electronic driven, social media influencing, bite map world around us. .Blair Stuart. (2) Let me quote him
“I am only too well aware of and understand the frustrations and the constant struggle faced by all independents; be they Artists, Authors, Photographers, Poets, Musicians, or Sculptors, to be discovered for the talent that we are.
We sit outside of the Commercial mainstream and are, for all intents and purposes, ignored by them. I set up this site to provide a platform for the promotion of not only my own work, but the work of other International and Australian Independents; a platform from which to connect with and to a Worldwide audience”.
Image_.37 Dark Art (3) Blair is the owner operator of Stuart Media Services with a simple objective and that is to promote his work, and the works of featured Artists, Photographers, Musicians, Authors and small Businesses to the world.
Copyright © 2015 Stuart Media Services
Public Email [email protected]
Artist website www.blair-stuart.artistwebsites.com
Personal website www.stuartmediaservices.com
As water flows into time, my humanity propels illimitable and honest,
Not lost! It’s complicated, an enigma, between custom and thirst.
The wind’s my mistress; transfixing depths of existence hurled into a pause,
For I pursue finite beauty with a lens, resolute in this quest but never resolved.
I am a man that walks a path bequeathed with honor and dignity,
A truth akin to surges from an ocean controlled by the anger in wind,
Centered in my frame and carrying it bearing no disrepute,
Yet there’s that wrinkle, a wanton speck in tenderness, moot.
Alike a smoothed bolder splitting the natural flow in a stream,
Or a lengthy journey commenced awaiting its symmetry.
Not the complete man, a tersely fragment lodged in my soul,
And at times between a blink it leaves me bare and cold.
I shake my head to mend this painful silliness that seems to append,
And focus on the grace of life in the now, irrespective to the journey’s end.
Distinctive and rebellious, perceptions tend to bring,
For I allude to an unorthodox merit of being a maverick among men.
© Copyright by Diana Mary Sharpton