Some quick snaps from the other day.
I’ve had a collection of work up at Fresh Flours Bakery on Phinney Ridge focusing on abstract and travel photography. They’re up through the end of this month, so if you haven’t already, grab a cuppa something and a tasty pastry (Trust me. They’re great pastries), and have a look. Contact me if you’re interested in any pieces or have any questions!
Recent abstracts up and hanging:
Since 2010 I’ve been participating in a fundraiser for Photographic Center Northwest called Long Shot. It’s an annual event where you take photos within a 24-hour period, submit five photos you like, and the school chooses one photo to exhibit and auction at a community event. All proceeds benefit the school. I think it’s great to have a school that can provide classes and resources for people who are experimenting with and passionate about photography. This year, I did a series of photos taken at my kitchen table. With the limit of 5 to submit, I had to take one out. I had my husband make that decision. It was tough.
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I’m watching an episode of Freaks and Geeks where one of the kids sees his friend’s dad hugging a woman who isn’t his friend’s mom. The poor kid is crushed because he always thought this dad was cool. It made me think of how affairs don’t just affect the immediate family. The trust a child has in a friend’s parent is huge, and when it’s broken it’s confusing and sad.
In 4th grade, my best friend’s mom was having an affair while her dad was deployed – ouch! Her mom was nice, fun, and cool. But it all changed when she and another neighborhood mom started dating these other guys. I saw enough (nothing bad) of the affair that I kept my distance. I did mention it to my mom and my mom told me I couldn’t hang out at her place for a while. Months later, when my friend’s dad got home from duty, I biked over to her house and noticed everyone had been crying. In fact, I may have just arrived when all the shit went down. My friend told me her parents fought, and that was why there was a hole in the closet door. It was rough. And at some point, the other neighborhood mom (who lived across the street from my house) definitely got into it with her husband.
So, the point of all this is that affairs have a huge blast radius. It breaks up families and messes with kids ‘heads.
Rise, woman. Rise.
Push. Walk. Claw.
Rise, woman. Rise.
Pound your chest.
Reach into your cavity. Your haven. Your secret place.
Pull out your dreams. Pull out your fear. Pull out your shame. Pull out your pride.
That is you. That is all of you.
The slippery parts. The dry parts. The sweet parts. It is you.
Do not apologize.
Let your presence drip and stain this world.
Look ahead with a ferocity and tenacity.
Feel your body ache in fight. Feel your throat shred.
You are your own and no one else’s.
You are powerful. You are woman.
Rise, woman. Rise.
With little time left to hurry through the Museo Nacional de Antropología in Mexico City, I was struck by this beautiful work by Jorge Gonzalez Camarena. More from another blogger here.
Sadly, I didn’t stop to find the title and name of the artist who painted it. I did a search, but am coming up empty. If anyone knows what the title/artist is for this, please let me know!
Thanks to my sleuth of a husband, the artist has been found!
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve been working on building up my photography blog. When you get a chance, check it out and follow along!
Today, a miscommunication lead to me making a spontaneous visit to Volunteer Park. And though the day is greatly overcast, it did not stop the flowers from fully radiating their vibrancy. They were so vibrant that I found it challenging to edit these images without squinting. I’m not sure what kind of flowers these are, but it was a blanket of fuchsia. I opted on a shallower depth of field, and concentrating on a smaller bunch 🙂
The earth is beautiful. It’s amazing how much time we spend on our phones straining our eyes pixel by pixel. The time I gave myself today to wander the park and visit the museum was a gift I gave to myself, and I’m happy I did it.
Happy Earth Day!
A cafe contacted me about possibly showing my work in their shop for April, but a glitch with my cell phone made it so that I did not get the notification that they had called until three days later. They ended up finding another artist to fill the spot. With that said, the surprise request was a lesson learned in being ready to show work at a moment’s notice, and motivated me to work on framing photos from my Paper Cuts set using simple pop-out frames and backing board as mat board. I enjoy giving my work a little face lift with some matting and framing, especially when I already have the materials on hand to make it all work. Should I get another surprise call, I’ll have some work ready to go.