Apr 10, 2015
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When I discovered Kenneth G. Libbrecht’s exquisite snowflake photography, I felt I could settle for nothing less in my own.
Then, I read this: “Near-perfect, symmetrical snow crystals are fun to look at, but they are not common.” He wrote. Part of me sighed in discouragement and the other part inhaled a breath of confidence. I would just keep looking until I found perfection.
I almost swept this snowflake off my set and moved on when I saw the crusty edges. Something stopped me, though, something told me to make the image anyway. I could always Photoshop it to beautiful perfection later, I thought.
No two snowflakes are alike, I considered later on in front of my computer, that’s part of their beauty. This tiny ice sculpture formed and it’s the only one of its kind. No one will ever see it again, and I was about to hack it up in Photoshop and mold it into my culturally programmed idea of beauty.
How could I change anything once I realized this? So, in the end, I altered very little but the color.
There’s nothing unique about perfection. Whether it’s beautiful or not… that’s for your eyes to decide.
Mar 27, 2015 |
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The filter, filled with coffee grounds, slipped from my fingers and spread across the floor. A second later I also crumbled onto the floor; I inhaled, bobbing to the beat of my sudden sobs, and exhaled spit bubbles.
If you’re going to tell me not to cry over spilled coffee then, obviously, you don’t buy Starbucks! It wasn’t the coffee I was crying about, though. That was just the twig on top of the mud pie that finally sent an avalanche of sludge crashing against my last bit of control.
Sometimes you just need a good cry to bleed the overwhelm out of you. I’m not ashamed to tell you this, but I’d prefer you never saw it.
When I wake up after a long cry, I have to pry my eyelids apart and scratch out the crud. Anyone who doesn’t know me personally would guess I was the loser of a fist fight or a victim of domestic violence… I’m not exaggerating, total strangers have assumed these scenarios, out loud, and to my face.
I often wish I could cry like those Hollywood stars, whose tears amplify their beauty, sparkling like snowflakes in the corners of their eyes.
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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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