perspective

244/365: vintage upside down

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what. when. why. how. it’s all relative.

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shadow play

227/365: shadows

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It was one of those desperate moments when I realize, just before crawling into bed, that I’ve forgotten to take a photo. (This seems to be happening with increasing frequency, unfortunately.)

In those moments, I try not to throw in the towel. No matter how tired I am, or how dark it is, or how really uninteresting my bedroom appears, I believe there is something to see. Some material for art-making to be found. I always grab my camera and start looking. Sometime while cursing under my breath.

Count on light, reflection, and shadow to come through in the clutch every time…

seeing double

Reflections are my favorite thing to play with for the way they distort, confuse, and combine the real world into collage. And I don’t know why, but the flag often has a melancholy feeling for me. Especially in connection with people’s homes. It makes me think they’ve lost someone to war.

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now showing

Playing with shadows two days in a row means two consecutive days of sunshine! This silhouette was so strong and clear, it was like someone came along and painted the tree on the side of the house. The best part  was that I’d never noticed it before, making we wonder if it was a rare and special occurrence or if I just hadn’t been paying attention.

blog012415_tree shadow23/365: tree silhouette with window

05.20.13 i love a rainy night

Once upon a time, I watched Eddie Rabbit perform this song on Solid Gold:

Well I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good.

I had a big crush on him around age 10. And I really DO love a rainy night.

blog052013_rainynightV2140/365: indoor/outdoor rain scene

01.17.13 still / life

The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.

blog011713_drapes&lamp17/365: still life in the snow

P.S. I feel a series coming on. See Day 4.