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!

 

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

 

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 (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.

 

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

 

Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (11) – Sky Kisses Fire

Sky Kisses Fire

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Twenty-four hours before my flight back to NY I felt desperate. Desperate to stay, desperate to go, and desperate to capture every detail of my Guatemalan existence.

This was the hand-carved dresser that was in my room. Every day the sun would crawl across the wall, slide down the wood, and by afternoon had reached the orangey tile on the floor

On the floor that bright, slanted box served two purposes: it made a wonderfully warm spot for my chilly feet and it threw a beautiful fiery glow right back at the blue daylight above.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (9) – A Sea of Glass

A Sea of Glass

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Every morning I dragged my butt out of bed at 7 am while I was in Guatemala.

The two tiny windows in my bathroom were beacons of colorful light that guided me, with half-closed eyes, in the right general direction. Every day I would stare at those windows in the early morning light and promise myself to capture it before it was time to go.

It was one of the last days I was there that I finally did. I could have a lot of fun if I had a piece of wavy glass to play with… another thing to add to my shopping list.

P.S. – When I take my art to the abstract level I love to reveal just what it was that I was photographing. Do you like finding out what you’re looking at or does knowing what it is ruin the abstractness of it all? I’m curious what you think, just leave a quick comment to let me know!

 

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

 

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