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Chance in Art

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I have seen your cool idea and would like to contribute an artistic take with the wildest collection of chance art you will ever find. First, I would like you to see my new photographic technique- I have been working for almost 5 years to perfect this new approach to fine art composition using only moving water and a D300. My work is quite unique, and I have searched the globe for others who might use this particular aleatoric method, but to no avail. Every image you will see in my website is a digital photograph of moving water, and these amazing images are found on the roiling surface of my small Koi pond at my home in Houston. The magical fish have for years given me chance images that sometimes make the hair on the back of my neck stand up upon discovering them. This is truly an untapped well of creative freedom that I have literally stumbled on by chance in 2006. Please witness my madness at http://jcolemanmiller.com and let me know if you think this might be a good story.
I have also created a movement of chance based artists from around the globe who use aleatoric methods in the commission of their works, and have put together a web gallery featuring 21 of the best examples of chance artists in our time. I hope you will read about all of us at http://aleatoricart.com. We are intent on bringing chance art to the forefront of the collectors minds, and are passionate about educating and inspiring a new generation of artists with our modern takes on rarely discussed chance methods, which have been used for thousands of years in the creation of fine art. I have produced a nice coffee table book about these creative souls and have sold a whole bunch of them at $120! I can send you one if you like, as my gift to the movement.
I ask you spend a few minutes on my websites to catch my drift, which for you should be easy, and hope that you will enjoy what you find in my pages. This was a massive effort that came together in December when we debuted our group during Art Basel Miami at our hugely successful Aqua Wynwood show.
Thank you for your time,
J. Miller
PS: I would like to link to your site, and you can link to mine. I get over 1000 hits a month on my pages.

Please check out our “Godfather” at http://anti-theory.com

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Confirmation: Story of Faith

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Confirmation is a Catholic Sacrament to confirm one’s faith, usually as a teenager. It is by choice unlike baptism which is usually done when you are a baby. When I was in the 8/9th grade we had just moved to Fountain, CO, and I decided to be Confirmed because I knew it’s what I should do and what my parents would like me to do. Before getting Confirmed, my fellow church school classmates and I had to attend a retreat…away from parents..in another city.

Sadly though, we were the only school whose teacher did not stay with us. Feeling neglected, we did the best we could to interact with the other people there. Then, few hours into the retreat, we were notified we had to evacuate the premises because there was a nearby fire spreading quickly. So, the other kids left quickly with their chaperones and our class was left to fend for ourselves. THANKFULLY, a priest was there… he was not supposed to be there but voluntarily dropped by… and had exactly enough seats in his car to take the stragglers..myself included. So we made the drive back to our church where our parents were waiting. They picked me up and as we drove off, my parents looked at the priest and said he looked familiar.

My mom remembered him from over twenty years ago…. When she and my dad lived in Colorado before I was born. They had given him a ride to church in Colorado Springs…he was walking in the rain and they picked him up. He thanked them…. And twenty years later, he unknowingly returned the favor.

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Star Wars and the Carpenter

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There’s a story told in a published biography of Harrison Ford, the well-known actor. It goes like this.  Before Ford was an actor he worked as a carpenter. He was a really good carpenter but acting was his love.  So he loaded everything he had into his VW Bug, left Wisconsin where he was attending college,  and set out for California.  He found some acting work but carpentry paid better.  He built a recording studio for Sergio Mendes and a sun deck for Sally Kellerman.  He built an expansion for Francis Ford Coppola’s office.  That led to a small part in American Graffiti, directed by Lucas and another part in The Conversation, directed by Coppola. But carpentry still paid better.  Lucas hired Ford to build some shelves in his home and sometimes hired him to read lines with other actors who were auditioning.

This was the case when Ford was working on hanging a door at Lucas’ new production facility in Northern California. Actor after actor went though the auditions and readings.  Nobody was right for the part of Han Solo, pilot of the Millennium Falcon. Then somebody said, “Let’s audition the carpenter.  He’s a pretty good-looking guy.”  Harrison Ford read the lines and got a major part in Star Wars.

A career was launched by a chance meeting and he never had to work as a carpenter after that.

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Mile Markers of Life

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Random events, signs and intuition are the mile markers of my life. They clue me in on what is to come, and keep me focused on what is now. Developing my intuitive sense has guided me in indescribable ways. My life is a composition of so many seemingly random, beautifully orchestrated sequences, that I could not begin to list them all in this space. I’ve chosen three to share:

Growing up as an only child, I wanted a sibling. On many occasions, I remember begging my mother, “please have a baby, I want a little brother or sister”. Her constant response was to remind me of the surgical procedure which had rendered her incapable of becoming pregnant. By the time I was ten (after approx. 4 years of begging and pleading), she became pregnant. Doctors said the chance of her getting pregnant, after the medical procedure, was equivalent to winning the lottery. Despite the alleged impossible circumstances, I always knew I would have a sibling. My little sister is a miracle!

During my early twenties, a friend invited me to vacation in the Fort Lauderdale, Miami area. Living in Iowa at the time, I thought a week in the sun would be the perfect getaway. Upon arriving in Miami, something told me that this would be my new home. Before this vacation, I had no plans of leaving my family, friends, and job to relocate anywhere, especially a city I had only visited once. All the same, my intuitive side just knew Miami was the place for me. Within less than one year of my vacation, I was living and working in Miami.

My husband (originally my neighbor…more synchronicity) and I spent our first evening together on January 9th (01/09). We married on September 1st (09/01). My husband’s birthday is November 9th (11/09), and my birthday is October 19th (10/19). When we first moved in together, our apartment security door code was 1090. The numbers 0, 1, and 9 have been a constant theme in our relationship.

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Rising Up

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“I am moving to North Carolina”, that’s what my sister told me and my mother, back in July of this year. My mom who lost her job and home, during this recession was living with my sister in Richmond, VA, while I was attending school at Virginia State University. Once, my freshman year was completed, I had no place to go but with my mom and sister, who had now moved to Woodbridge, VA, closer to my sister’s job in Washington DC.

My mom and I were trying to find a job but nothing was working, so my sister became very resistant towards us. So, in July she decided to move to North Carolina with her daughter to live with my cousin and her children. Me and my mother was stuck, I can remember sitting in the bathroom with a knife to my chest, just crying. “I don’t know what to do”, talking to my girlfriend on the phone. She was trying to calm me down but it didn’t work. I eventually put the knife down, stop crying because I thought where is crying going to get me?

We helped my sister move, and she sent us back to Alexandria, VA, on a train. Over the next few days, we lived in hotels and motels, trying to find a homeless shelter to sleep in. We finally got into a shelter and stayed out there for a week. Then, my aunt in New Jersey, told my mom to come live with her, but my mom didn’t want to live me by myself. I knew I’d be fine. Since then, my mom and I are doing better, I haven’t really talked to my sister, and my girlfriend and I are still together. But, there’s still a problem, I’m not in school.

One night, I remembered my girlfriend telling me about University of Maryland, she said that’s where a lot of students at her community college transfer to. So, I looked the University up and became very interested. All, I want is an opportunity to better myself and get an education. The lesson that I learned during the time me and my mother were homeless was, I don’t want to be here again, in that situation. The best way I can guarantee that, is education. I believe the University can provide that for me. “People don’t plan to fail, they fail to plan”, that quote has stuck with me since high school, and now I am planning, and I don’t want to fail….

But, the worst happened I didn’t get accepted to the school, lost my job and things weren’t looking any brighter. I was lost, my girlfriend was turning away from me, she says, “I need a man, Amir, I love you, I just can’t be with you till you get yourself together”. How you could blame her, I mean, here I was 19 years old, dropped out of college, no job, barely able to pay my rent, no car, and don’t know what to do with my life. Tell me about struggle or being confused, but coming up to DC helped me realize that my situation isn’t as bad as it could be. Things happen for a reason, we all know this, and it’s true. Just think back when you going run across the street to work to get something for lunch, then walks in your boss saying, “Lunch isn’t till 1pm”. All of sudden, you look outside the window to see that, someone got hit by a car or there was a car accident.

Some people have failed to realize that, as much as they think their lives are hard right now. There is someone who is doing 10 times worst, I mean at the time I didn’t have no job, little money, but I wasn’t on the street. I was fortunate that my landlords understood my situation and worked with me. I can real busy though, I loved my girlfriend, I really do, she’s the bright spot in my life, she wants to be happy, so we are now currently taking a break, till everything is straight with me. I have actually found a job, I am still living at the same place over on Northeast, and going to start school later this month to be a police officer or work in cyber space crimes. I have come back to my first true loves, writing and music. Writing just lets me be free, I can tell the world my pain, my struggles, and once I write it, then I can put it all behind me. Music just lets me express myself, I am somewhat of a shy individual, but when it comes to music I just let it all out.

I have no regrets, because like I stated earlier, things happen for a reason, sometimes you find out why and sometimes you don’t, that’s life. My struggles over the past 2 years have molded me into the person I will become in the future. My mother is my motivation, she is 58 years old and has worked for over 25 years and still has to work, and I want that to stop. My sister talks to me now, and my friend/girlfriend is doing well, we still talk, just growing up and taking things slow. What’s your story? What’s your purpose? Me personally, I don’t know yet, but I can’t wait to find out, I’m Rising up to the challenge…..

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A September to forget.

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In September 2007 my father passed away at age 45- healthy ,young, a freak incident the doctor said. I drove home to plan the funeral. Mom in bad shape-hospitalization-very very bad. I was driving back to my home for work 3 days later, when just as I was passing exit 100 a drunk driver was pulling a tractor trailer, the wrong way down an off ramp on the interstate. He hit me head on before I even knew what had happened. Then everything was black. I woke to fire, screaming, smoke and sirens. I was in a car with my pet. The car was totalled, and on fire- I had major injuries but was alive- pet was fine. Man thought he had killed me because I was not moving after accident- he fled the scene, people chased him down- and he later shot himself. I had to file a law suit to get my surgeries for my injuries. And then another because my grandparents and fathers family decided they wanted my inheritance from my family…and the family based business-we are now estranged and in a court battle. So then I get a rental car to drive back to my home for surgeries, the rental car they gave me for some reason had a nail in the tire and I almost had a blow out on the interstate-( a trucker saved me thankfully)- but it still had a flat in the middle of no -where – so I was stranded….I finally go back to my home and get in a 3 month long battle with the insurance company over paying for my surgeries,it is intense. I cannot breathe properly without the surgeries. I’m in physical therapy. Bones are re-broken. When I finally do get them I have a severe reaction to the codeine (turns out I am allergic) and I become very-very ill and have an allergic reaction- back in the hospital. It takes a few years to recover from the surgeries, one law suit is done, after a year, I still don’t have a car, the other law suit for my fathers estate is still going on after over 2 years. My nerves are finally back. This is a true story.

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The First Step

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It was Friday night Oct 11th and the next morning I was to have my little girls 5th birthday party. But it was Friday night and I was ready to party myself! A very different kind of partying! You see, for the last 2 years of my 25 years I had drank booze and abused drugs. In fact that week I had been in the hospital for alcohol poisoning twice! I had tried to stop so many times but I just couldn’t! So I drank myself to a stupor and started to get ready for bed. My routine was always the same fall in bed and pass out! My husband being the best enabler a girl could have, always made sure that there was a pad on the mattress in case I could not make it to the bathroom to pee and newspapers on the floor, so if I had to puke the poison out of my body, I would not wreck the carpet! During that night, I woke up feeling so weak and sick to my stomach that I thought I was going to die! I turned on the bed side lamp and tried to get up I just could not do it! As I laid back on the pillow I could feel the vomit coming up to my throat! I leaned over and puked on the newspaper that Ken had put down for just this reason.

As I lay hovering over the paper I read the words printed in large script, DO YOU ABUSE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS? THERE IS HELP CALL INSIGHT! I felt such a need to call and prayed to make it trough the night! I promised God and myself if I made did that I would call. Well obviously I did make it and I did call. After the party the next day, I left fot rehab (before it was THE thing) I worked very hard to get straght and stay that way. Next week my little girl will be 30!!! And I will have my 25th sober birthday! It is a good thing that my husband (who I am still married to by the way) put the paper down on that page or who knows!!!!

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