not refreshed

Back from a short road trip... tired, caught a cold, not yet unpacked, have to write a bio (ack!), tomorrow begins my SoFoBoMo.....

My three words for last week: "artists in conversation"

smile!

Tell me....

When was the last time you felt joyful?

Overwhelmingly sad?

What is the best thing about your life?

The worst?

How do you protect and encourage your creative self?

likeness

In my early morning, bleary-eyedness, I realized that my perfume and my watercolors have the same name - Fragonard. The watercolors are "enriched with honey for a sticky texture and to aid dilution with water"; which has nothing to do with the perfume....

or the painter, Jean-Honoré Fragonard - some time before the perfume or the watercolors.

1 pitch

seeing things

seeing things that aren't there or seeing things more clearly?

Remembrance

learning

I watched a documentary on photographer Tina Barney today and I was struck by the color and fabric in her photos/portraits. She said she hated the fact that so many people seemed to mention the fabrics in her pictures, but there it is - they are not just incidental, they dominate.

Another thing that I found interesting was the production that it took to get to the final image. The introductions, the phone calls, the pre-shoot meetings, the equipment set up, the wardrobe discussions, the printing, and printing and printing.... And just as Peter Beard also denied that his fashion photos were staged, Ms. Barney also felt that she didn't direct every bit of the scene. She produced beautiful portraits of the wealthy and privileged though!

And, no one smiled.

just 3 words

I've neglected posting my just-3-words for a couple of weeks, not intentional. And it's been an up-and-down week so, choosing just three is not easy. From my personal life, the choices would be "it's not cancer" or "made new friends" or "met old friends" or "thank you Pam!"....

Instead, I think I will take three from my photography week....

"the bigger picture"

(which also works for my personal life)

red

red letter day

red nails

red tide

red clay

in the red

red-eye flight

red robin

red cross

red wagon

red is the color of power and of anger.....

spring break

coming soon
to a beach near you.
to celebrate...
to take a break...
from the daily grind
from the clichés.

what remains

The subject/theme for my sofobomo is going to be 'what remains' or leftovers. I think it's a wide enough topic that I can get 35 (I think that's the number) decent photos. If I had been in downtown Atlanta this morning, I would have filled a memory card. Photos of the destruction from last night's tornado present such a confusing/something-is-not-quite-right image. Downtown, high rise hotels, the Georgia Dome... and a tornado? Those are supposed to happen out in the nothingness... not in the middle of March Madness.

why I hate technists

I have been thinking lately about artists as photographers, photographers who are also artists and technists - those who use/view photography purely as a means to an end. An artist will use whatever technique, tool or process inspires and moves his creative spirit. A technist will not deviate from the recognized, standard, approved way of creating a photograph. If you subscribe to their narrow view, photography will remain the same forever more. Well, the same as it was 100 years ago. This is one reason wedding and portrait photography have become a big yawn.

sigh

Let's look at the photos captured through the Hubble telescope - now that's an impressive lens! But it's new (relatively) and therefore must be a gimmick.... ;)

that was then

Six years, three cameras, tens of thousands of shutter clicks ago....

same image file, processed today

to do:

1. update marketing tools

2. prepare taxes

3. watch snowflakes

written

make a statement,

make your point, Mona.

wisdom

"Claudia: One part Light Ash Brown [#32], one part Apricot Glaze [#38], one part developer. Thirty minutes. Finally, fabulous. Seriously, she should have gone redder a long time ago, although I suppose she had to wait until Leah went blonde. Everybody's soooo territorial."

the edge

"Wisdom is knowing I am nothing,

Love is knowing I am everything,

and between the two my life moves."
~ Nisargadatta Maharaj