My mind is buzzing.
I did a photoshoot today (pics soon) in the 100 acre wood (or at l;east thats how I explained it to the 3yr old).
And now I can't sleep. I have figured. If I haven't 'fed' my brain artistically. I have no hope sleeping.
In other news, It is the morning of my Graduation Exhabition. wow. This could be sadder if I indulged myself. I am trying to be stoic.
The 'theme' we were given for the exhabition was 'I AM'. This wasn't intended as a fluffy shmizzle excuse of a self-portrait.
But really we had to get to the core of what the dribble was about. It was like we wrote down what we were about, the core of us, what drove us. We then screwed up that piece of paper and re-wrote it. Then screwed it up again. And again. The result is a very raw exhabition.
My exhabition is all about yearning and seeking out what is hidden.
This woman is hidden.
I have always reached for her.
I have never seen her face.
All I know is that she exsisted at one point in more life. My birth.
So what happens when I tap her on the sholder and she turns around?
Whats the real, raw result of this search?
I find me.
The apple never falls to far from the tree.
Thats confronting- to tell yourself you are like the person you are hidden from the most.
But its releasing.
It means I can be a daughter to my real mum and dad.
Ok so there are 2 people in the world I totally admire. I've said it for ages. Cindy Morgan for her amazing singer songwriter talent and Jasmine Star for not only her amazing photography- but her accessible success story- she's so real that it feels like I can do it.
I never thought I would meet them, but Jasmine Star has the photographic competition that means if I take this pic:
-A self-portrait with a 'star' somewhere in it...
I'm in the running to win a free seat to her workshop......wait for it............in NZ!!!! Back home!!! I never thought she'd come to nz- this is like my one chance.
I jumpt up on stage at my University's evening church program during the announcements.... looked like a fool and announced I needed them to help a sistah in need (epic timing- straight after the plug for a concert raising funds for a slavery project).
So anyway after the service I got them to form a 'Star' on stage and I raced up to the sound and lighting desk, stood on the platform and pressed the self timer.
Here's the progression to get the pic...
Me taking over the entire image- smooth.
So here's the final pic!
But in case that one stinks Jasmine, I really want to go...so I grabbed this shot. With the starry lights.
So we didn't go to the Jac Banquet (university formal). Instead I begged and swore on my life.... that I would protect the lights and studio equiptment. And I did. And for that I am proud. I can set up a studio. Ha! I even proved myself wrong.
ooo I digress.....I have a schmicky watermark.
So anyway we secretly announced that the studio was set up and voila! here are some shots of a few people that came through- we earn't le grande total of $6.
So after we did these saucy cats...
We got in on it. We dressed up like we went to the Jac, then we got changed...and changed and changed. Im such a girl.
Cue self timer and goofy dances.
And this is where I break my promise to the nice studio guys.
Step One: I leap.
Step Two: I run.
Step Three: I photograph the clean up...note- Photograph- not Clean
Then we are back on track.
I swear I'm not naked- but I have to credit Ted for being a very male photographer.