The nice people over at the 591 Photography Gallery have put up a summer exhibit of portraits. Thanks to Rhonda Prince and Ulf Fagelhammar, I've been included. I am pleased and humbled to be included with so many good photographers. If you are interested, click on the link and take a look around. It is all explained there. * * * * * * *
Today is the first day of summer. And it is hot. The temperature here will be close to 100 degrees and the humidity will get close to 100 as well. For those of you who only have the temperature and not the humidity, you don't know. For those of you in the midwest where such things happen, it doesn't last as long. This is murderous weather. I'll keep you advised.
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I was visited last night; I'm certain of it. I worked on this image and others like it, so maybe that is it, but I went to bed late, dreamed wild dreams, and woke up early. There is a nap in my future today.
I am working on some series of photographs right now. That is why you are getting so many of "these" sorts of images. It is not all I do or can do. It is simply what I am working on now. The more of it I do, though, the more my ideas get sorted and refined. My ideas, I say. We'll see about the images.
I try to think of words, but the images are overpowering them right now. Lazy, laconic days. Days of pictures and beaches.
I am working on some series of photographs right now. That is why you are getting so many of "these" sorts of images. It is not all I do or can do. It is simply what I am working on now. The more of it I do, though, the more my ideas get sorted and refined. My ideas, I say. We'll see about the images.
I try to think of words, but the images are overpowering them right now. Lazy, laconic days. Days of pictures and beaches.
It isn't hot here. It has not been hot here ... yet. We have humidity because we have days and days of rain. Yesterday was one day of sun in what seems a bracelet of days filled with rain.
ReplyDeleteI found something. A book I want to type of some stuff from it for you -- It is called Time Exposures and it is by someone who called themselves Search-light. Written and published in 1926. The front reads:
Time Exposures
By Search-Light
Being Portraits of Twenty Men and Women famous in Our Day~ together with Caricatures of the Same by Divers Artists ~to which is appended An Account of a Joint Report Made to Jehovah on the Condition of Man in the City of New York {{1926}} by Julius Caesar, Aristotle and a Third Individual of Less Importance.
It is a treasure. Georgia O'Keefe is profiled and includes a photo of her taken by Alfred that slays me when I look (which I have looked often in the few short hours I've owned the book) and also profiled is Alfred -- and others including Sinclair Lewis, Charlie Chaplin (I think you should Postcard Charlie), Carl Sandburg -- and lots of other very cool people I don't know, yet.
Alfred's portrait is called "The Prophet" and Georgia's is called "White Paper and Good Order" --
I don't love these latest photos. The top one (profile) is the best I think. I'm sorry. I almost wrote that on the first ballerina photo but held off because sometimes I don't want to be a critic but then I always hate when people tell me they love all my poems without criticism that I feel is honest. Something about the toplessness with the tutu in the others (especially the front facing) feels "off" -- forced maybe. The profile with the arms back -- that looks very sculptural and "ballet" to me. The model disappearing into the art of ballet. Not so much a model dressed as a ballet dancer sort of.
Hope that helps some.
Have a great nap. I'm off to work again -- been working 7 days a week but always stop here sometime during the chaos.
xo
P.S. Congrats on your internet fame -- you've been noticed a bunch lately. that's good thing.
So glad your portraits are in the exhibition. I feel happier knowing that they are there...and it is all about me after all! Yes heat zaps me...all energy and focus is gone. Woe is me...don't you love the word woe?
ReplyDeleteThank you both. I'm just giddy, jumping up and down and yelling "Look at me, Ma, look at me."
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