Aug 22, 2014 |
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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
Aug 8, 2014 |
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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.
Aug 1, 2014 |
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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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Jul 25, 2014
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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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Jul 18, 2014
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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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Jul 4, 2014
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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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Jun 20, 2014
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My quest for magic began shortly after the realization that santa, the toothfairy, and the easter bunny were frauds. I didn’t stop believing in magic, I just hadn’t found it yet.
Ghosts, fairies, witches, leprecauns, werewolves, and vampires danced in my head. I made decisions based on the shake of a magic eight-ball, the roll of the dice, and by flipping cards and consulting Quiji boards. I made wishes on stars, clocks, and candles. I blew eyelashes off of my pinky and dandelion seeds off of the stem.
Since I’ve lost Quiji board and the eight-ball I find it harder to make decisions. I still make wishes everyday, though, and I think I always will. There are no unfulfilled wishes in my life, just wishes in progress. (Click to Tweet this!)
Can you think back to your childhood and remember some fantasy you had? Any magic or beliefs you’ve since left behind? Tell me all about ’em below!
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Jun 13, 2014
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Creeping up behind my neighbor’s Fiat, I was balancing between stalker and antisocial weirdo. The car wasn’t there at 6:00 am, when I was examining the bushes for close up photo ops as Gracie sniffed out the perfect poop spot.
When I returned it was noon and, on the other side of the car, my neighbors were having a tag sale – which explained (without alleviating my frustration) why the damn thing was parked right in front of the pretty flowers.
Weekend traffic and the tag sale led to a high frequency of slow, gawking drivers. One guy stopped next to me and called out the window, “Why are you crying?” I think he was a little embarrassed when I turned around with a big, fake smile and a camera in my hand.
I wonder how many other passers-by assumed I was a weirdo crying in the bushes.
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Jun 6, 2014
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This is the last photo I’m going to share from my 6-week trip to Guatemala. It’s sad – like I’m leaving all over again.
A flower bud bursting into life in a sea of rotting petals. That’s what this trip was to me, a breath of fresh air (if you don’t count the chicken bus exhaust I probably inhaled haha) in a life of boring monotony.
Coming home to obligations after having so much freedom was painful the way I hear withdrawal is. No more waking up to infinite possibilities. Back to spending the best hours of the day running out all of my energy until I’m a sleepy pile of mush.
Sorry to get all dark and dreary on you, but it’s how I felt. I’m ok now, but I’m still not accepting my life for what it is. Now I’m working even harder to get back to that place… permanently. I crave freedom and there’s no 12-steppin’ program that’ll get rid of my addiction.
P.S. You may think I’m being over dramatic… but I call that having passion. What are you passionate about? Leave a comment and let me know below.
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May 30, 2014
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Enveloped in a sleeping bag I could easily imagine I was floating on a cloud. Then I would move, or breathe, or sigh, and the springs would shriek in my ear – dragging me back to reality. I was just in the backyard, on the trampoline, contemplating the unknown in the dark, inky sky.
Stars have always intrigued me, since the first wishes the nursery rhymes coaxed out of me, through the nights of UFO seeking, to the day I discovered that the light from most stars has traveled billions of years to reach our eyes. The night sky is, in fact, a window to billions of years in the past and that realization still amazes me.
So, naturally, when I find a star in a flower just opening up to the world it’s something I just have to grab and keep forever.
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