Ideas...

I don't brain storm well. I tend to think really hard without success and then give up. It's only at that moment when I let my mind relax that I seem to spring upon an idea to work on. We are supposed to submit to two paid curated shows for photo class before the semester ends, and I am really struggling with what to work show. I have done quite a bit of experimentation of paper cutouts, but there really is no concept behind my actions or the photos. Why do I take pictures of dress pattern dolls?? The question has been in the back of my mind for quite a few months.
     Then I remembered yesterday of some photos I took during spring break. They played around with the idea of putting odd organic materials, such as sod, into dish-ware. I wanted to make dirt look good enough to eat.

   Well, why not put these fake cut out girls, (the image of the unattainable) in something that is indeed quite real and messy... As if to show the silliness of  "perfection" in advertisements. And hasn't it always been this way? Since the days that photos (photomontage) have been cut up and pieced together, perfection has always been easily viewed but never found. 

So tomorrow, I think I will head to the lighting studio armed and prepared for amazingness.

Stroll in the Woods

I have found myself struggling more than usual the past couple of days. I tend to beat myself up if I don't "feel" like I am pursuing my photography/art passionately or unable to find myself stable and decisive about my life. I do not know what I really what to be... a curse since my youth. Some days I think I have too many dreams, and some days I think I have too many fears. Both worlds push me into a space of uncertainty and confusion.


So I took to the woods this Saturday afternoon to calm my nerves and try to capture some light with the camera.

Dress Pattern Thoughts

I've been dabbling in old dress pattern ladies the past couple days.

I think they need shrines....

Uncontrollable Project

Uncontrollable Project

We had an assignment in photo class a few weeks ago that required us to give up control of the camera by not being able to look through the viewfinder when we pressed the shutter. Ahhh! And we had to incorporate some kind of rhythm or pattern as to when we took the pictures. AHH!!! The photos in this blog did not end up as my submitted work for class, but I think they deserve a place somewhere...

I held the camera waist level and walked around the Bartlett festival, stopping every ten steps to press the shutter button. Most of the photos ended up capturing some lovely hind end, but every now and then I stopped at the right time and caught a face. It was hard to stick to the rules, as my mind would tell me over and over again that I was missing some lovely compositions. But I stayed true to the rules and learned to give it up.

 I love festivals like this. They remind me of home.