In a misplaced egg.
I keep my bedroom window open at night.
And when I do, little green visitors greet me in the morning.
Photo credit: Joana Cardoza (NY via Brazil)
Taken at Mana Fine Arts in NJ.
What was I thinking?
Shooting the The Swimmers has been a defining experience at ICP.
I started on the pool deck at a distance from my subjects.
I am now underwater and not afraid to direct my subjects and to get close.
It took fellow photographer Cristias Rosas to remind me, "Do whatever it takes to get the photo."
Cristias is among the most gifted and thoughtful conceptual photographers at ICP.
He is the furthest thing from being a paparazzi.
With his comment in mind, I switched up my gear and got close.
The results have been successful.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) is the deadline to submit our project proposals.
I have narrowed down several hundred images to a selection of five or six.
From there, the exhibition committee will select what they think are the best 2-3 images.
Our proposal must include a project pitch, test prints, a digital maquette (blue print) and installation instructions.
I am throwing sweat and tears for good measure.
We all knew this was coming but knowing and executing are two different experiences.
Sorry for the inconsistent postings. Thanks for the nudge, JT.
We have a bunch of deadlines.
As well, I had to re-catalog several thousand images in LightRoom after my portable HD crashed last month.
Right now I am working on an archival project called Passionate Collections.
I decided to write letters to people who have died or are ghost-like figures in my life. I then match the letters with
photos from any number of sources. For example, this one of Barbara Pentland was pulled from the internet.
For installation (display) purposes, I put each letter and photo in an envelope.
The assignment is all about ritual: the ritual of writing, collecting and presenting.
It has been very therapeutic.
As well, I am finishing my proposal for the final show on June 19. Epic.
It's all coming together but the pressure and expectations are intense.
I went to the David Zwirner Gallery in Chelsea to see the exhibition System and Vision.
The show had a wonderful theme: appropriated art. Regrettably, the work was underwhelming, largely because of
how it was curated. However, it was well worth the trip because Philip-Lorca diCorcia had a show at the gallery, too.
The Yale-educated photographer is best known for his work The Hustlers and a controversial law suit about
photographing in public, which he won. He has been described as, "One of the most influential and innovative
photographers working today." His prints range from $30,000 - $35,000.
This is me dreaming about owning a PLD print.
Why is it underwear (usually unwashed) that drops to the floor in the laundry mat? Not a shirt or pants or a dish cloth.
And why do we refer to underwear as a pair? Example: "I don't have a clean pair of underwear."
Underwear is a single item - although one pair covers two cheeks.
A new bar opened up in our neighbourhood called Pat'e Palo.
The bad news is I live right above it.
My nerves! Hopefully last night's rager into the wee hours of the morning was just to celebrate opening night.
Like a diamond in the sky.