Anyway- this is the works for the exhabition.
I'll but pics up of the sahweet frames I made...which are in array at home. 4 coats of paint and I'm in a heady sense of reality.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Exhabition
This is the closest I have ever been to being a commercial artist. I don't mind the final product. But at 30% commission, this exhabition sucked the creativity out of me. I may have sold out- I hope its not tooo 'cafe art'. I'm a "real" artist haha. But anyway, I got there in the end, but dang. The process was not pleasant.
Anyway- this is the works for the exhabition.
I'll but pics up of the sahweet frames I made...which are in array at home. 4 coats of paint and I'm in a heady sense of reality.
Anyway- this is the works for the exhabition.
I'll but pics up of the sahweet frames I made...which are in array at home. 4 coats of paint and I'm in a heady sense of reality.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Latoya Williams
I'm going to pretend I've been photographying for yeeeeeers and have loads of experience doing model portfolio's and give the highest compliment: We in the 'budniz' say..."what a natrual".
flippin heck, im not kidding- nothing was forced. she just ooozed starishness.
Dang- normally a photographer has to jump into the shot to demonstrate 'the vision', but as soon as the lights were ready- she went off.
Man it was fun.
PS she talkes awesome. I was cracking up.
And my absolute fav series of images...:
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Postcards
Dear Diary.....it's been a while.
Sound familiar?
Dang. I have been avoiding writing my thoughts.
Im a bit lost. Im in a tangled web of my own doing. I've never been here before. I might like it- it might choke me. But the truth of it is I feel numb. I have avoided being by myself, or being too deep.
Click on the link below to hear my favourite singer/songwriter do a better job of explaining how I feel. (you'll need to click on the Postcards track too...)
Postcards
Lyrics:
Sound familiar?
Dang. I have been avoiding writing my thoughts.
Im a bit lost. Im in a tangled web of my own doing. I've never been here before. I might like it- it might choke me. But the truth of it is I feel numb. I have avoided being by myself, or being too deep.
Click on the link below to hear my favourite singer/songwriter do a better job of explaining how I feel. (you'll need to click on the Postcards track too...)
Postcards
Lyrics:
"At seventeen she ran away to the city Thought she would find herself there Scared and afraid, she pan-handled all day To get enough for a one-way fare And a taxi to the nearest greyhound bus Made a call, mom said please come home to us I'm searching, I'm traveling My life's been unraveling I still don't know where this will lead Enjoying the weather I'll get it together so don't worry I'll send you a postcard From my journey to me Crawled through the desert And swam in the ocean Tried meditation And a few magic potions Marched at the Whitehouse Agianst the attacks Sent a call out to Buddah But he never called back And I'm thinking there must be something I have missed What do you think of all this I'm searching, I'm traveling My life's been unraveling I still don't know where this will lead Enjoying the weather I'll get it together so don't worry I'll send you a postcard From my journey to me If you can't find all the answers from anyone else You'll just have to see for yourself Under a blanket and up on a mountain A sleeping bag prayer Where she drank from the fountain Thought about Sunday school Thought about Jesus Love that's so simple, grace that's so genius And just like those ruby red slippers you know The answers were there in her soul I'm searching, I'm traveling But I'm not unraveling I still don't know where this will lead Enjoying the weather, it feels like forever Since I've seen Tennessee This is the last of my postcards I'll be back home by the next star I love you all with all my heart Sincerely, Me"
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
ring riiiiiiiiiiiing a ding.
I was looking at togs today (of all things) and the shop lady asked me something personalish and I blurted out something about being a teacherish. Then she observed how much teachers have to work in the holidays.
I totally corrected her.
As if- unless I become like a HOD of all the HOD's- whats that like a principal or something? I'd NEVER bring myself to come into school 8-4, 5 days a week- yagottabekiddingme. Seriously, work like ya got no life during the term, then spend hours milling round the mall searching for control undies (im in a wedding this weekend, its a must have).
Then she said something like "ah well, must be nice to have a break from the little uns". Then I muttered something about secondary students while under a few pairs of sunnies (im cool like that), she gasped, grabbed me under the arm, dragged me under better light and told my I looked to young to teach them.
HA- I suddenly got a flash back to my first practicum when I was 18- intimidating kids older than me.
Quote of the day: "If ya can't fake it...google to ya make it".
Oh swoooooooon, google. my best friend. I learn't how to photograph like a techicat, how to sing (www.tangle.com), how to teach yr 8's about the blues era, how to play I'm yours (Jason Mraz) on the ukulele- and more. When its just to inappropiate to ask the person sitting next to you in ch, or to ring your mum in the middle of the night- google will be there for you. If not google- then youtube.
So there you have it. A soliliqy exhibiting the signs of life that doesn't ring of...well bells.
Happy hols.
I totally corrected her.
As if- unless I become like a HOD of all the HOD's- whats that like a principal or something? I'd NEVER bring myself to come into school 8-4, 5 days a week- yagottabekiddingme. Seriously, work like ya got no life during the term, then spend hours milling round the mall searching for control undies (im in a wedding this weekend, its a must have).
Then she said something like "ah well, must be nice to have a break from the little uns". Then I muttered something about secondary students while under a few pairs of sunnies (im cool like that), she gasped, grabbed me under the arm, dragged me under better light and told my I looked to young to teach them.
HA- I suddenly got a flash back to my first practicum when I was 18- intimidating kids older than me.
Quote of the day: "If ya can't fake it...google to ya make it".
Oh swoooooooon, google. my best friend. I learn't how to photograph like a techicat, how to sing (www.tangle.com), how to teach yr 8's about the blues era, how to play I'm yours (Jason Mraz) on the ukulele- and more. When its just to inappropiate to ask the person sitting next to you in ch, or to ring your mum in the middle of the night- google will be there for you. If not google- then youtube.
So there you have it. A soliliqy exhibiting the signs of life that doesn't ring of...well bells.
Happy hols.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
My new watermark
So I have been learning the ways of copyright- modal relase forms and the less creative side of photography. Not a pleasant process as my idealisism can alter my perception on reality, so all this is very new- the assertive photographer.
Anyway enough blah blah. Here is my new watermark/logo.
Anyway enough blah blah. Here is my new watermark/logo.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Charlie and I...Weeze tight.
There is a change-a-brewin.
In me.
I like it.
This is a mixymash blog. I have a bit swirlin round my head so good luck making sense of it.
Charles Darwin and me....we are a bit in sync. Ok so he's a mad nutter- but there are other similarities.
The survival of the fittest, Natrual Selection.
That's me.
One example of Natrual Selection is Mimicry. "Some harmless insects mimic other insects that are more powerful. Mimicry evolves because the better mimics survive better. They live to produce more offspring than the less good mimics. The genes of the better mimics become more common in the species. Over time, mimic species get closer to their models. This is the process of evolution by natural selection" (- on ya wikipedia).
Good ole Darwin. Hit the nail on the head, and then missed and got his thumb, but the sentiment remains.....
I have had some solid models in my new professional enviroment to mimic.They are experinced and successful teachers that are talented, passionate and honest. The more I mimic them, the more I become like them- talented, passionate and honest.
And Darwin- another winner example of Natrual Selection is Wings: "The wings of birds are good examples of evolution caused by the creature adapting (changing to fit in) to its environment. Wings have evolved, and they enhance the survival of their possessors".
In order for me to survive, I have to adapt my wingspan. I have to LOVE routine (and secretly I do). I have to pre-pack my lunch. I have to budget. I have to learn to say no. I have to rely on myself to rely on God.
It could be quite terryfying if I never had anything good to mimic.
I can see that this new me is evolving. A new professional dependable me. I like it. I like being relied on. Good ole Muss Brown. (still hearing the kiwi accent). I like the new musical wings that I'm developing- like when the creativity is stripped away- there still is a music teacher who knows her stuff.
It's nice.
It's like cutting your hair. Whenever you pass a window- you stop, notice the changes- how now you can feel the wind on your neck, you fluff up the new style and move on with a zing.
Yeah, the new me. I'm not entirely sure that if the new me stepped out of the mirror and introduced itself, I would recognize it yet. Its all hollographicish still.
The new me, its pending.
In me.
I like it.
This is a mixymash blog. I have a bit swirlin round my head so good luck making sense of it.
Charles Darwin and me....we are a bit in sync. Ok so he's a mad nutter- but there are other similarities.
The survival of the fittest, Natrual Selection.
That's me.
One example of Natrual Selection is Mimicry. "Some harmless insects mimic other insects that are more powerful. Mimicry evolves because the better mimics survive better. They live to produce more offspring than the less good mimics. The genes of the better mimics become more common in the species. Over time, mimic species get closer to their models. This is the process of evolution by natural selection" (- on ya wikipedia).
Good ole Darwin. Hit the nail on the head, and then missed and got his thumb, but the sentiment remains.....
I have had some solid models in my new professional enviroment to mimic.They are experinced and successful teachers that are talented, passionate and honest. The more I mimic them, the more I become like them- talented, passionate and honest.
And Darwin- another winner example of Natrual Selection is Wings: "The wings of birds are good examples of evolution caused by the creature adapting (changing to fit in) to its environment. Wings have evolved, and they enhance the survival of their possessors".
In order for me to survive, I have to adapt my wingspan. I have to LOVE routine (and secretly I do). I have to pre-pack my lunch. I have to budget. I have to learn to say no. I have to rely on myself to rely on God.
It could be quite terryfying if I never had anything good to mimic.
I can see that this new me is evolving. A new professional dependable me. I like it. I like being relied on. Good ole Muss Brown. (still hearing the kiwi accent). I like the new musical wings that I'm developing- like when the creativity is stripped away- there still is a music teacher who knows her stuff.
It's nice.
It's like cutting your hair. Whenever you pass a window- you stop, notice the changes- how now you can feel the wind on your neck, you fluff up the new style and move on with a zing.
Yeah, the new me. I'm not entirely sure that if the new me stepped out of the mirror and introduced itself, I would recognize it yet. Its all hollographicish still.
The new me, its pending.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
In case he gets famous...
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