Art Ink – 10 – Sandstorm at Sea

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Artist: Me (Rebekah Nemethy)

Title of Art: Sandstorm at Sea

Artist’s Website: rebekahnemethy.com

Instagram: @rebekahnemethy

 

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Art Ink Podcast Transcript:

 

[Intro:]

 

Welcome back to a brand new episode of Art Ink! I feel a bit like I’m cheating this week… because despite my best efforts to sit down and write something new over the past couple of weeks, I’ve barely had time to sleep let alone get into a creative or productive groove. I have a bad habit of putting too much on my plate… I’m working on it.

 

But!…

 

The good news is that it’s nearly my favorite time of the year: Creative Sandbox Retreat time! As you’re listening to this, I’m packing my bags with comfy clothes, blank notebooks, and maybe even my camera, to head to California, where Melissa Dinwiddie hosts her annual creative retreat about an hour south of San Jose. This is either my 4th or 5th year returning… I honestly lost count hahaha. Time just slips out of my grasp when I’m there, I’m afraid to admit it, but I’ll be on my way home before I can blink I’m sure.

 

So why is that good news for you? Well it’s my intention to crank out some stories while I’m there. As many as I can manage in the 5 days I have.

 

Today’s story is from my own blog archive, which, I realized gives me the opportunity to fill you in on more Art Ink history, because what you may not know is that this show is an expanded audio version of what I was already doing on my own blog for my own art a few years ago. And I actually have to thank Melissa for that original blog concept too, because if it weren’t for her “Tiny and Daily” teachings (which you can find out more about in her book The Creative Sandbox Way), well, if it weren’t for the “Tiny and Daily” concept, I don’t think I ever would’ve started the Photo and 100 Words Project.

 

I needed a way to regularly get my art out into the world that wasn’t too overwhelming. Writing 100 words wasn’t a huge deal… but the idea of doing it daily was still a bit scary for me, especially because I was creating art AND writing a complimentary story to go with it. (sounds familiar huh?) So I decided to go with tiny and weekly instead: one photo and one short story of less than 100 words. It was 2014 when I started blogging weekly, writing mostly narrative nonfiction with a poem sprinkled in here and there, and I kept that up for well over a year.

 

Even back then I wanted to get other artists involved, though. In fact, I started an Instagram account for the Photo and 100 words project, too, though I never actually posted to that account.

 

A few years into it, around the time my new-found fascination with capturing tiny reflections spurred an abstract series of photos on the blog, my stories started to stretch past the 100-word mark, and the Photo and 100 Words Project evolved into Artsy Reflections.

 

By the time my blog trickled out to a standstill, I knew I wanted to give my stories an actual voice in the podcast medium, but it was too scary to put the whole focus on my own art and personal stories… it just seemed too selfish. But the spark for Art Ink was there… and if you listened to the very first episode of this show, you already know that story.

 

So today’s featured photo came from my Reflection series… let me recreate it in your brain before we move on:

 

[Art Description:]

 

If you squint at this abstract photo, it could pass for a yellowed map. It’s mostly blue and reddish-brown, with slashes of coppery gold hovering above and blending into the rest of the piece.

 

Imagine you’re on a boat in a Caribbean sea, approaching a red-brown desert island as you sail between two tan sand bars. Now imagine you’re in the middle of a sandstorm. Wet clumps of sand cling to your eyelashes, creating coppery vertical haloes as your watery eyes squint against the wind, distorting the scene ahead of you.

 

Sandstorm at Sea is what I call this photograph, and it’s this same title that sparked the following memory…

 

[Story:]

 

What are you more afraid of: a stranger’s opinion of you or death? The answer might not be as obvious as you think…

 

It was day three of our seaside vacation and we were just hitting the beach for the first time. By some miracle, the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds; despite the 10-day forecast that showed nothing but dark clouds and plentiful rain.

 

I had been under the covered balcony, starring out at the ocean, when it finally happened, and I wasted no time in trading my pjs for a tankini and digging my toes into the sand. Okay… I did make everyone pose for photos first, you should just assume that’s a given.

 

The waves were pounding the shore and most of the boys didn’t hesitate to jump in. I wandered along the wet shoreline feeling the warm water sweep over my feet. They were calling for me to come in, but I wasn’t so sure I could handle the stormy seas. I can swim, but I’m far from a mermaid.

 

It took a lot of convincing and a bit of daring me to get me to walk out any further. My boyfriend at the time insisted that he would protect me, and I only had to get past where the waves broke and into the safety of his arms.

 

Cautiously, I ventured deeper into the ocean. I was knee deep one second, but then, suddenly, white water was washing over my entire body and I found myself butt down back on the beach.

 

You’d think that my fear would give me some instinct to brace myself, I mean, I must have braced myself, but I had no idea how powerful those waves were.

 

I went back to wandering in the safe zone for a while. I don’t know exactly how long it was before I noticed… but I’d been strutting my stuff in front of strangers for more than a few minutes, when I finally brushed my hands over my butt to find a heaping pile of sand that had been scooped into my bathing suit bottom as I’d been pushed up the beach.

 

I rushed back into the ocean, instinctively, to rinse my bottom out. Apparently, the fear of people seeing me in something that resembled a saggy diaper, and the connotations that came with that, were much more threatening than drowning.

 

 

[Conclusion:]

 

Yup, that’s the true story of one of my first and, understandably, last experiences at the beach. Shout out to the power of the ocean to help me face my fear of public embarrassment AND my fear of being pummeled into a pulp all in one day. Hmmm… maybe I should visit the shore more often.

 

Well I do love the ocean, the sound of waves, the feel of the soft sand on bare feet, and the salty wind whipping inland… it’s all so magical, isn’t it? That must’ve been why I was distracted for so long. I’m giggling even now imagining the scene from a strangers point of view: look at the smile on that girl’s face, she seems intoxicated by sunshine… or perhaps self-satisfied? Oh, wow, yeah, probably self satisfied, because it looks like she just relieved herself… took a dump right in her bathing suit!

 

Ok, I know I’m letting my imagination get away with me… but I hope that gave you a laugh. My embarrassment is your entertainment.

 

And if you’re antsy for more entertainment you don’t actually have to wait two weeks. I’ve been hesitant to put this out there because I didn’t want it to seem like Art Ink has this ulterior motive… but the fact is that I’ve actually been on Patreon sharing my work since 2014, and before I go any further I have to send out my heartfelt gratitude to Yadira, Alice, and Margie for being my longest running supporters. Yadira and Alice have been there from the very beginning which means they’ve given me a whopping 55 months of support! And Margie has been supporting me for 44 months! Thank you ladies for always believing in the work I put out into the world, whether that means my work as an animal activist, my art, or a new podcast, you have been there all along. I so appreciate that, more than you could ever know.

 

So I’ve been on Patreon for almost 5 years, and patrons have trickled in and out as my work has evolved, and I’m thrilled to let you know that I’ve revamped my offerings once again. So getting back to how you don’t have to wait to get more entertainment, I actually recorded the first 100 blog posts from my Photo and 100 Words Project, AKA Artsy Reflections, and turned it into an exclusive audiobook that’s available only on Patreon! Not only that but I also added in some behind the scenes commentary, which again, is something you won’t be able to hear anywhere else.

 

For as little as $1 per month you’ll get instant access to all 100 chapters of my Artsy Reflections audio book, and you’ll join my small community of Patrons that get early access to all of my content, including new episodes of Art Ink.

 

There are even more rewards if you’re feeling more generous like a blooper reel of my first few audiobook projects, free copies of all newly released audiobooks I narrate, and, here’s a big one, access to digital copies of all of my fine art photography in my Patron-Only Art Library.

 

There’s actually a whole lot more, but seeing as my intro and conclusion this week are far surpassing the story, I’ll leave the rest for you to discover on your own. Visit rebekahnemethy.com/patreon to get the details on all the fun bonuses you can get your hands on. You’ll find a link in the shownotes.

 

Alright my friends, I’m off to my creative retreat so I can write you some more art-inspired stories. Love ya’ll! Thank you for listening!

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Reflections – Behind the Scenes – Part 3

About Reflections: Every photo is a frozen memory. BUT every memory is also a reflection. AND every reflection is a distortion of the truth based on perspective. This series explores literal and figurative reflections.

Nick and I were on a roller coaster road trip at the end of last summer, and our Virginia hotel was right next to this massive warehouse full of home décor. I’d never heard of it before, but apparently At Home is a chain that hasn’t made it up to my neck of the U.S. just yet. =(

I can’t tell you how long I wandered, or the amount of restraint I had to have to not buy everything in the store! It was difficult to leave, but eventually I narrowed down the things in my cart to only a few small reflective props, and only two impulse buys that strategically lured me in at the checkout aisle.

All of the photos below, and many more to follow in future posts, were made reflecting these objects off of one another.

If you’ve been following along behind the scenes, you may have noticed that I’d been using my little flashes up until this point. I swear by these little lights for my macro photography, and I love how portable and simple to use they are… but they have 2 downfalls:

1) They’re battery operated, so as the batteries start losing power it takes the flash longer and longer to recharge for the next burst of light. No big deal when you subject isn’t moving, but…

2) They also don’t have modeling lights. So that makes it really hard to see what you’re doing, especially when the subject is reflections. The slightest movement can totally alter your image and it can be hard to get the light back to where you started if you move it by mistake.

For those of you who are new to strobe lighting, modeling lights are the lights that give you a preview of where the light is actually falling onto your subject. They’re not as powerful as the full force flash that goes off when you hit the shutter, but they allow you to see where the highlights and shadows will fall before you take the photo. With flashes you have to guess and check.

The solution?

I borrowed some lights; Dynalites to be exact. I only used one light and then, for this particular photo, I clamped a “McClamp” to my table and then attached a small, 12-inch diffuser to the other end to soften the light. The black card on the table cut back on the amount of extra light that was bouncing off of the white surface.

However boring it is to photograph products, my product photography experience taught me that black and white cards are very useful tools for modifying light. I’m using matte board that’s white on one side and black on the other because it’s what I had on hand, but you could use foamcore, posterboard, and even construction paper.

Here’s a closer look at the set so you can see a bit more detail.

You can see what I got out of this setup below! The light is filtering through that mosaic candle holder and backlighting each little piece of glass. My camera is catching only a bit of the candle holder on the left, and is mostly focused on the reflection that’s bouncing off of the bottle.

Read what inspired this series in “Why Reflections” – This image is titled “Fire Falls Rain Forest” and is also available in a super tall crop

You might notice that the surfaces of both objects are all a blur, and only the reflections are sharp. I find the literal and figurative depth of reflections so fascinating!

The same lighting and concept were used in the above detail shot, I just switched out the bottle for a soap dish.

I think I must have tried the larger dish at first, but I probably didn’t like the results and stuck the smaller one on top. So the result below is zoomed in on that smaller dish, the surrounding areas aren’t captured in the frame.

Read my reflections in “Battling the Blank Page” – This image is titled “Alien Web” and is also available in a super tall crop

Woah… I covered a lot here. In all honesty, I planned on showing you more in this post, but I think that’s enough for today.

Next time, I’ll show you how one simple adjustment of this one light can create extraordinary results! Stay tuned for Part 4 =)

As always questions and comments are welcome below.

 

Eye See – Artsy Reflections 100

I stared at this photo, and I wanted this story to be as deep as the center of the earth is, because surely that’s how far someone could have dug in the length of time I spent staring…

Yet the mantra in my mind was stuck on repeat and it repeated a cliché. I hate clichés. I spend hours rewriting clichés, but I couldn’t rewrite this one. So I wrote a poem about it instead. As if describing a cliché is any better than stating it outright.

It’s an acrostic poem, but it’s also a riddle!

 

Endlessly transparent,

Yet solid as clay,

Every time the curtains open

 

Soulful feelings bound to stray.

Every emotion, every word you think…

Every one of ‘em, shot out of each blink.

 

Can you guess the cliché? Answer below…

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Eyes are windows into the soul.

Did you guess right?

 

Road Maps in Reverse – Artsy Reflections 98

“Where are you going? You were supposed to make that turn!” Nick said.

“Well I didn’t know, why didn’t you tell me?” I shot back as I slowed down to make a U-turn.

“Really? How many times have we gone this way?” he asked.

“Uh, never. We’re always coming from the opposite direction!”

“Really?”

It was true, we had taken these back roads dozens of times to weave around traffic on the way to work, but this was the 1st time we’d ever driven the route heading home. The turns are on the other side of the road, in reverse order, and the scenery is totally different… very confusing to me. So confusing, I’d missed the very 1st turn.

If a cop ever asks me to recite the alphabet backwards, I’m screwed.

So I suck at navigation, forwards, backwards, all of it. I’m always studying maps before I drive anywhere solo. When I don’t understand the maps, I’ve even used Google street view to give myself a simulated pre-drive… what would I do without Google?

Sometimes I try to plan my life the same way. I Google how to do this or how to do that, trying to find a road that will lead me to my dream life. Unfortunately, there are no maps into the future… but there are maps of the past. In any life map, the paths are only visible after you’ve traveled them. And unlike regular road maps, I can read my life’s map as easily as I can read a Dr. Suess book.

I try not to live in the past anymore than I have to, but sometimes it’s really useful to have a little retrospect. Looking back at my road map in reverse I can clearly see the roads that had dead ends and those that led to bigger, wider streets. I can see the short roads, the long roads, and the roads that led me to places I wanted to be.

There is no final destination, just more roads.

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Patrons got to see this 2 days before anyone else, and that’s only the start of Patron perks!

Artsy Reflections started out as the Photo and 100 Words project back in 2014 – find out why I started it and how it evolved.

 

No Sense of Direction – Artsy Reflections 96

Nick is my navigator, but sometimes he puts too much faith in me as the driver. Like when we’re going anywhere other than work, I’m rambling away, driving on auto-pilot, making turns leading to Yonkers… I haven’t gotten any better, but he has.

“You know you’re turning here,” he’ll say whenever the blinker’s not on. Most often, no, I didn’t know. Or I did know, subconsciously, but that doesn’t mean I’d have made the turn.

I still slam on my brakes to turn onto our road at the last possible second. Sometimes I still make turns onto other roads by mistake. We’ve been living here for over a year and, yes, I still have problems finding my way home.

After one of these ridiculous instances, Nick said, “If I ever wanted to get rid of you, I could just drop you off somewhere 5 miles away, and you’d never find your way home.”

It’s silly but true, I guess I’m lucky he doesn’t want to get rid of me.

P.S. Doesn’t this photo look like a map? I have a few of these mappy abstracts coming up, and a bunch of silly stories to go with ‘em. Let’s call it a series within a series. 

Did you know?

Patrons got to see this 2 days before anyone else, and that’s only the start of Patron perks!

Artsy Reflections started out as the Photo and 100 Words project back in 2014 – find out why I started it and how it evolved.

 

A Whirlpool of Fear – Photo and 100 Words 89

The spiral of a seahorse tail is reflected in glass.

Drippy Whirlpool

I erupted through the surface of the water, gasping for air, “I can’t, I can’t do it.” I only made it halfway to the submerged mask before fear took control of my body.

My father enrolled me in a scuba certification program when I turned 15. I wasn’t a strong swimmer, but dad assured me, “you don’t have to know how to swim to scuba dive.”

He was mostly right, the gear makes you float, but to certify as a diver, I still had to pass a few tests. I kept afloat in the pool for the alotted amount of time, but when the instructor threw our masks in the deep end, I panicked.

I panicked all the way to my open water test in the Florida Keys. If couldn’t find my mask in a pool, how would I do it in the ocean? I was terrified that the instructor would let it go in a school of fish, the salty water would blind me, I’d never find it, and I’d fail.

I took my mask off, he motioned to put it back on, I cleared the water, and I passed. That was my first and last scuba trip.

 

What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!

 

A Gift from Dad – Photo and 100 Words 88

The spikey back of a glass seahorse is reflected into a glass surface to create this abstract photograph.

Spiny Reflection

“Somebody went to Cozumel and all they got me was this stinkin’ t-shirt.” That was one of the most memorable gifts I got from my father, and it was great for a laugh, but I don’t think I ever wore it.

My dad went away scuba diving every year and he always came home with a gift for me, it could be anything from seashells to foreign money, and he always had a freshly developed pile of slides to show me his underwater adventures.

The scuba trip souveneir I love most is this whimsical glass seahorse. Aside from a few shells, the seahorse is the one gift that survived my childhood and made it into my adult décor. It sits in a little cube in my studio that I’ve turned into a mini ocean view.

It’s also what I used to make the reflection in this photograph.

The ocean cube and my seahorse.

The ocean cube and my seahorse.

What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!

 

Picasso in New York – Photo and 100 Words 85

Picasso in New York

Picasso in New York

I fell in love with the very first shot. I know I always tell you how much time I spend experimenting with, and perfecting, each photo I make, but every once in awhile everything aligns right from the start.

Of course I tried to improve it anyway, I always do, but every exposure that followed was lacking. Probably because each change would hide some element of the silly face I found in the distortion.

I saw a Picasso-esque face right away; the forehead slopes down from the top and curls into a massive nose at the bottom, creating the typical cubist profile that impossibly displays two lopsided eyes, one half closed and one wide open.

I excitedly dragged Nick to my studio to show him, but before I could open my mouth he said, “looks like New York’s border.”

That’s the beauty of abstract art. It gives the viewer a chance to be creative, to open their mind’s eye, and then mine! Nick barely ever sees things they way I do, and that inevitably broadens both of our perspectives.

And this abstract party is just getting started!!

 

What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!

 

Body Image – Photo and 100 Words 84

Waist-ed

Waist-ed

We live inside a culture that shames the copy cat creators of the world and idolizes originality, yet it also shames every woman who can’t squeeze inside the hourglass mold.

Place the camera high, lift your chin, and pop those collarbones. Make sure you only use the most culturally flattering angles; I’m just as guilty as the average chick with a selfie stick.

Now there are Snapchat filters that slim your face even more and add fake makeup! Is this a solution to hating our bodies or a band-aid for temporary body image satisfaction? I believe we are just further narrowing the already shallow definition of beauty.

Maybe one day our entire world will be run from behind a screen, and every human interaction will be digital, but until then, I wish we could keep it real. With social media we all have the opportunity to be authentic (like this lady on Instagram), yet selfie after selfie yearns to imitate the commercially accepted woman. So few women stand out.

That’s why I’m ashamed of myself and my cultural programming for recognizing the beautiful waistline in this image. That perfect hourglass I wish I had.

 

What are these numbered posts all about? Read the introduction to my Photo & 100 Words project and find out!

 

Reflections – A New Series

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I’m a reflective person, and I’m not just talking about the sheen from my sweating problem… da-dum-dum; I’m an overthinker. Such extreme thoughtfulness has its curses, but I’ve come to realize it’s what makes me so sentimental.

I cherish memories so much because I live them over and over again in my head, on paper, and then, sometimes, on this screen. It’s why photography is so important to me.

Every photo is a frozen memory. BUT every memory is also a reflection. AND every reflection is a distortion of the truth based on perspective.

In my next series I’ll be exploring all kinds of reflections, both literal and figurative.

 

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