Friday, September 30, 2011
random household objects
Being forced to take photos of random everyday objects is really allowing me to see more beauty, form, pattern, and irony throughout my day. I was told to make a brown paper bag look visually stunning in a photograph. At first I thought to take a shit in it and light it on fire. That would be pretty visually stunning, no? But then I really started thinking about those little brown paper bags and what they really mean. I realized that they are a representation of consumerism. I lined them up. 27 of them. Like little soldiers ready to preform their duty. Just shuffling down the conveyer belt. To be stuffed, loaded, crammed and filled with all the odds and ends we want. In taking this photo I started to sympathize for the brown paper bags. I created a relationship with them. They came from the earth, in the form of a beautiful life giving tree. And will end up back in the earth in the form of trash. This assignment ended up being a reminder of the cycle we get caught up in. I went from wanting to light a load on fire in it to understanding and feeling compassion for brown paper bag. I always try to be, and most certainly will be much more mindful the next time I am asked 'paper or plastic'. I will whip out my canvas tote and say 'neither'.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I AM my own muse
I AM natural |
I AM radiant | Both assignments were fun and exploratory. |
Dancing with my inner artist
Once upon a time... I feel like my blog should start like a fairytale story. After all I am the queen. Now that we have that established, we can talk about what is really important. Photography. The intention of this blog is to keep an ongoing digital journal of sorts to store and share my creative journey as a photographer. I am not setting a boundary that limits my posts solely to photos. I will be mixing and blending all the facets of life that get my creative juices flowing, art, yoga, love, food, animals, light, darkness, humans....
And so begins the dance with my inner artist.
And so begins the dance with my inner artist.
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