Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (46) – Casting a Spell

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I stood hunched over the sink, at the top of a step ladder. Like a witch stirring a cauldron, I swirled the rose petal dappled water around and around. I may have even cackled a couple of times; I can’t help it, that’s just what my laugh sounds like.

It felt like I was casting a spell on the petals, urging them to flow in the most beautiful possible way. After my spatula left the pool it was out of my hands. Water, petals, and light took over. I only had to click the shutter open: one last decision.

More than 150 clicks later, all the elements came together into this perfectly composed piece. Great composition is a hard thing to find in such semi-random motion, but I think it was worth the wait. Hey, magic takes time, and a good witch has to have patience.

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (31) – Look Right Through Me

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Last year I noticed a bush covered in these alien-looking bunches of buds. Every day I looked out the window and imagined going outside and picking a few of them for a photoshoot, and every day I didn’t do it. As the days passed, the buds bloomed into some not-nearly-as-interesting flowers and my idea rotted away with them in fall.

I started out with a brilliant idea for this series that fizzled out into this single photo. It’s the closest I got to my original vision before I gave up and let myself spiral into the wonderful world of the abstract.

I got excited as I abandoned my original idea and moved towards the unknown, all the while the lyrics from the song “Mad World” repeated in my head, “look right through me, look right through me-e-e.” (hear my favorite version of the song on Youtube – skip ahead to 2:00 to hear the part that inspired me)

I looked right through this bulbous specimen to the leaf, and I think that’s where I fell into the bunny pit… fall with me some more next week =)

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (30) – Blue Behind the Scenes

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I’d been dreaming of bokeh-ful photos for awhile before I finally created these past few images. What’s bokeh? It’s simply those out of focus orbs you see in the background of these past few photos. It’s the only photography jargon I will bother you with; I promise-I’m just so in love with it I had to tell you more about it!

Those dreamy spots can only come from hot spots in the background. I could have just put a pile of Christmas lights on my set, but the yellowy (and god forbid – multi-colored!) lights were not right for the mood I was going for.

Instead, I found these styrofoam balls covered in sequins. When I bounced my light off of them they became pastel colored lights that shone just perfectly. I filled a pie dish with them, and covered it in plastic wrap to hold them in place as I leaned the plate up against a black background. I used blue gels (they are see-through plastic sheets tinted blue).  over my two flashes pointed at the background to get the color right. Wa-la! Bokeh to die for.

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On the set of latest series filled with blue bokeh

On the set of latest series filled with blue bokeh

Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (29) – Blue II

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When the sun finally dips below the horizon, sunset colors quickly fade away and, for just a few fleeting moments, you are enveloped in this eerie twilight.

The color is probably more gorgeous due to the simple fact that its life span is so short. When sky blue is the all-day norm, twilight blue is like an orgasm: amazing but brief.

Next week I’ll be sharing the last image in my blue flower series and I’ll give you a behind the scenes look at my set for the past 10 photos. Then it’s on to the next thing!

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (28) – Blue

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What does blue mean to you? Isn’t it fascinating that blue is the only color that can stand alone as an emotion, and that very feeling is the opposite of what most people feel on a blue, sunny day? Sometimes, even the sun is smiling.

So, I wrote an acrostic poem about it. I call it:

 

 

 

 

Blue Blue Blue

 

Beaming smiles.

Lushious bodies shimmering

Under the sun;

Every smile pure.

 

Being melacholy,

Living, just barely.

Unhappily smiling away

Every moment.

 

Bipolar color

Leaves emotions

Undecided until they

Erupt.

 

Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (27) – Is Beauty Flawless?

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While I can appreciate the skill involved in making a 40-year-old woman look like she’s not a second over 18, I really hate the impossible standards that images set for women of all ages.

That being said, you should know I’m a total hypocrite. I spend hours making my images flawless in Photoshop. Every speck of dust; deleted. Every sign of decay; rejuvenated. Any element that offends my eye; eliminated.

At least I can’t offend a flower by fixing its flaws. =/

What do you think about excessive retouching on women?

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (26) – Discovering the Deadly Nightshade

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I was strolling around the lake with Nick when I caught a glimpse of this deadly nightshade, aka climbing nightshade, flower.

I wondered how many times I had marched right by this beautiful flower. I’ve passed this very spot hundreds of times in the past 20 years and I’ve never seen anything like it before. Naturally, I plucked it, and photo possibilities danced through my head the whole walk home. As I’m sure you figured out, this is the result.

It amazes me how many things go unnoticed in our worlds. Beauty is often close enough to kiss you; you just need to stop and take a look around every once in awhile. Click to tweet this!

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (25) – A Purple Sky

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My friend JP likes to remind me that the sky is purple in my world. Ok now before you click away thinking this is some reference to my acid tripping days, be assured that I have not ever taken that particular drug.

This is just JP’s way of saying “ok weirdo” and it’s a reference to something I once told him. I wonder sometimes if my perception of color is the same as your perception of color. Someone points to the sky when you are very young and teaches you to call it blue. Everyone knows that the sky is blue, but who’s to say that what you perceive as blue from my perspective isn’t actually what I would call purple?

Ok so maybe it is a trippy idea… that explains why he stared at me for 30 seconds like I was popping imaginary bubbles in thin air. Now he won’t let me forget it!

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (23) – A Brighter World

A blue daisy with a water droplet against blue bokeh

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Everything is brighter when you look up. It’s both a psychological and literal truth and it’s the first time I’m fully aware of it.

It’s so obvious to me now. Expressions like ‘chin up’ and ‘down in the dumps’ actually describe physical characteristics of human emotion and they directly correlate to whether or not you are ‘seeing the light.’ The logic that fueled ideas like heaven and hell suddenly make more sense to me.

I’m not at all religious, but I am spiritual. I believe that we are constantly exchanging energy with the universe. Every thought that crosses your mind is a spark. Every ray of sunshine is a comforting touch.

Feeling down? Take a lesson from flowers: they look up, lean towards the light, and grow. Look up and, at the very least, you’ll instantly brighten your world.

 

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Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (22) – Do You Dream in Color?

A daisy cast in an eerie blue light.

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You’ve heard the story: an artist wakes up suddenly, they’re inspired, they’re ready to go, they run to create… I’d love to tell you a dream inspired this image, but it’d be a straight up lie.

It’s actually this photo that inspires a memory of a dream I once had. I was in a classroom and the entire scene was lit in this same eerie blue. I ran across desks, bounced off of students’ heads, and grabbed blue balloons as retro video game sound effects marked my every move.

What can I say? Dreams can be withdrawing-crackhead-crazy sometimes!

It was the blue glow in this photo that brought me back to the memory of my blue dream. Then that led to another memory of the time I dreamt in black and white.

So I was wondering: do you dream in color? Tell me in the comments below.

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