Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Once upon a time... I was a photographer


I've been thinking a lot about photography these days. Perhaps because I'm presently surrounded by many photography students and photography enthusiasts. I remember making the effort to really see all the time, and appreciating little oddities. I also remember lacking confidence. I still struggle with that today, but in a more seasoned and objective way, if that makes any sense... I took this photograph quite a while a go when I was still in school. Being a destitute student, I presented the series as 4 x 6 inch prints mounted on mat board trim from mat board windows. I still look back on that project and think it's disappointing that the problem of money (as well as confidence) held me back from printing this image large scale. I compare this to an introvert clearing her voice versus an extrovert screaming "look at me!" Size and volume matters. Well, I love this photo, and I want to share it with you here. 

Monday, April 27, 2015

Work in Progress...


Slow and steady wins the race, right? Making time here and there. Missing the silence of the island. Relishing pensive moments. 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Big Panels!


My Curry's order arrived today! So stoked about these big panels. Better get to work.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Andrew Solomon: How the worst moments in our lives make us who we are



I love TED talks! I stumbled upon this one while I was at Artscape. Can't stop thinking about it.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

When I used to make things...

I used to make things. I used to see things differently. I used to have ideas and get excited. Then I would look for things, scour for objects and images, then find a way of combining them together. I would stay up all night. When I did sleep, it would be on the floor while I scattered and rearranged my objects for my piece atop my bed. I miss my former self. How did I transform? How can I regain that vibrant energy I used to have? 

I am staring out the window at Artscape Gilbraltar Point. I see trees, bare branches, and blankets of illuminating whiteness. I hear nothing, but some random drips of melting ice pattering onto the ground. I need to make things again. 


Ivory, mixed media, collage, 12 x 24 inches (approx.), year: back in the day...