Digital Photographer Magazine #22- Images with Words

I am published often, thanks to the adoration of a wonderful editor- Jorge Pinto Guedes, in Digital Photographer Magazine in Europe.

These tearsheets are from #22: Images with Words. It’s such a treat to see my poetry translated into Portuguese, which is a beautiful language. Portugal, and my friends and colleagues in Lisbon, hold a very special place in my heart.

These images and words, for me, are bittersweet. I suppose all good things must come to an end… I’m grateful to be able to weave these seemingly fleeting moments into my art, and add a positive-permanence to any of the people, places and things that inspire me as an artist.

Here is the poem in English:

Our space our town

tinkering with twilight
to tell ourselves
it’s not too late.
One more song,
one more story.
(Don’t let this
slip out from underneath me.)
Please let this melody linger
like a seed on the breeze.

Boardwalk sun-signs blend moment
into muscle memory; sensory
overload
slices seductively flooding
sensile fingertips translating
tales and fortunes.
Relish in restraint, relinquishing
into the bath
an inch
at a time feeling the
warmth rise and send spirit skyward to
chase the tales of dragons.

2 of 3
sighing outside of decency-
Dilute the delusions with
hot breaths and baited words.
Sliding against the wall unable to
escape sighs and lullabys.
Slipping into soft sighs,
thighs and nimble touch.
Pulse-point-perfect-pressure
pricking and poised for charm school.
Stretch out, slink sideways,
slip inside of the improvidence,
seeing only today.

(click on thumbnails to see slideshow)

Page 1 of 2, DP Magazine #22

Page 1 of 2, DP Magazine #22

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Series: Collaboratus

Collaboratus

In memoriam, Mathias Oppersdorff


I’ve taken a recent liking to Chuck Close’s work. I’m a big fan of Philip Glass, Richard Serra, and Chuck Close, independently and see them as the modern equivalent of the Picasso-Matisse square that was often influenced and in direct competition with their other companions- Degas, Rodin, and a host of contemporaries. You’ll notice in some of the images in the Collaboratus series the upward-gazing angle, as Close is confined to a wheel chair, and this serves for me as a metaphor to “looking up to” those friends and artists that I admire on both accounts.

Collaboratus as a series is to honor those friends and artists who are to me, my Glass and Serra, and to honor the relationship of the artists whom have shaped our world: Glass, Serra, Close, Matisse, Picasso, and many more whom have struck long term relationships (this occurs a lot in writer-land: Dickinson and Wordsworth, Whitman and Emerson.) I wanted to explore this myself. I am interested in I reflecting on my life as a model probing the collaborator’s lives who, it turns out, are typically behind the camera.

I’ve not entirely worked out the final product of the series, but the main portrait of Tyler Keeler  is probably where I will go with the final product. Tyler was my guinea pig, and I think I executed my vision with skill, unexpectedly. Sometime you surprise yourself, and that was one of those days. The first image of Tyler I also enjoy a lot, although it doesn’t fit into a formal interpretation of a Chuck Close-esque portrait. You can view more of Tyler’s photography HERE.

I had the pleasure of shooting- briefly and candidly this summer,  Mathias Oppersdorf, a dear friend and photographer of mine, who passed away from Parkinson’s complications this winter. He, also, was an accomplished photographer, working for 18 years for Gourmet Magazine. He has several books I urge you all to look into, namely Under the Spell of Arabia and People of the Road: The Irish Travellers.

There is a great article on Mathias’ background here:

http://newsblog.projo.com/2010/02/mathias-t-oppersdorff-74-world.html

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Age of Aquarius

ZDP-CEO 2/27/10-1The latest round of self-portrait/portraits of ZDP and me. In the tryptych above I wanted to capture the feel of a scene in Baz Lurhman’s Romeo and Juliet, and I intended it also as part redeux to my list self-portraits I’d shot in California in 2008. (They were lost with a hard-drive.) This group was shot with my Panasonic Lumix point-and-shoot.

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Girl, you’ll be a woman soon…

Neil Diamond, 1967, YouTube

One hot summer, in a concrete jungle and an under-air-conditioned pre-war wilting rose that sat just behind Walt Whitman’s abode on Ryerson St in Clinton Hill, James Malcolm Graham came into my shabby-chic apartment, snapped a few rolls of film, exchanged a few stories and laughs with me and went about his way.

The shoot, the place, the time, the summer wasn’t necessarily magic, but he may be (although I’m certainly no authority in matters outside of art, we have become friends, I believe, and one day I’ll dance on that pool table.) Something happens when JMG takes a picture. I tease him-  saying he’ll stay forever young, baby-skin still intact and bashful eyes that know too much, but still looking all the same. Regardless of the sweltering stillness of the day, he made magic. And doesn’t he always…?

Over a nearly-snow-bound-coffee, and a group discussion on boobs, JMG  reflected on something I’d said once, something I’d forgotten saying– but that is when things really present themselves and unfold, and it made me think a bit. Shortly thereafter I received a CD with images from CNS from the shoot which was now almost two years later, and which prompted the Story Behind the Photo)After seeing a couple of initial scans from the shoot, or perhaps on another image of another woman/model/friend, I commented:

“”Don’t you just love how James gets the shots of us looking like real woman. Not girls. Not plastic. It’s not the film. it’s The James”

The past two years of my life have had quite the impact. There I was, settled in as a NY-er, then living in CT some, moving to Philadelphia, transitioning into a photographer. Things have rapidly evolved from that summer. That is another story. Needless to say, five years were crammed into the past two. However, that is fairly typical for me. I’m sure I’d be bored otherwise. One day that porch swing is going to be a storyteller’s throne.

When I reviewed the collection of images, albeit so belatedly, and some never seen before, it was like seeing a stranger. Funny how life slides by us, and until you take inventory it’s hard to notice all of the intricacies of a life.

We are beings in intervals: tick, tick, tick, click. Snap another shutter to signify another second (sometimes 4, 10, 20…) and see into your own windows. Breaths that were bygones become savored moments. Sometimes you don’t know just what’s in store until you watch the movie, and the reviews come in.

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Streets of Philadelphia (Part I)

Stay Warm Little Tree

Street Photo

Street Photo

Street Photo

Near the Casa, Philadelphia

New place, new time, new sights, new sounds, new steps toward happiness, new smiles, new love. It’s all quite charming, even the trash is interesting. It’s like getting to step outside of the world I know (NYC), and experience it all from the beginning. Here we are, walking hand in hand, seeing these new things, pointing, laughing, creating memories and mimeographs. First run, late-weekend edition, oohs and ahhhs: we are our biggest fans.  Climbing up buildings and tunneling through snow drifts, block by block, we build our Wonderland. Won’t stay long in this Rebel Capital, baby- we were born to run.

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Couple of vagabonds, we are….

Met, shot and shot with FB this past couple weeks…. He has taken snaps of  CNS before, and she as well has returned the favor. I will have to wait to post the images that I snapped of FB, a continuation of a series I’m exploring called “Vessel”.

Let me think-outloud about my life, the journey that it has become, and the pain in the arse it typically is. But: such is life, yes? No. If you pay attention you won’t miss all of the remarkable occurrences that can shape and influence your spectrum. FB will forever influence mine, and ZDP‘s.

The day began as any other. Didn’t have to worry about an early start to the day as the shoot was scheduled for early-afternoon. JG was in from the big city, as well as ZDP, so the house was abuzz with warm fuzzies, and hot coffee. FB arrived, with inspiration in tow, which sparked a round of jovial discussion around the table for the better part of the hour.

At long last, we gave into the disappearing light to set us off on our task of stealing seconds.  I always like a photographer who can carry on a conversation, so go figure that my photographers are usually happy to know I can do so as well. Often the conversations will swim amongst political debates, human sexuality, art influencing life which mimics the art, life and our daily struggle to swim upstream.

FB, I’m sure, captured some images for  his purposes, but what came of that day is something so special. ZDP has recently begun an expedition into the fine-art-model-world, coaxed by yours truly. Several of my photographers complain in the lack of decent men to use in their fine-art-shootings.  Many cater to the wedding/boudoir genres, and some just seek a new shape, a new challenge after shooting fine art nudes of women for so long. FB invited ZDP to do some partnered nudes with me, and in the 30-degree-chill ZDP kindly acquiesced.  What came of that became an intimate portrait of the bond between myself and my darling beau.

After the shoot, walkabouts were planned over libations and nosh, and life’s stories were passed amongst the table like condiments; a tad of bitterness here, sweet there, just the right ingredients to satiate a hungry palette.

Here are some images. Again, the images that I shot of FB will follow at some short point down the road. . .

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Shadow of a Doubt- the story behind a still life series

Ok so here I am, sitting in Philly NYC, waiting for the city to shut down under 2 feet of snow….Didn’t we just do this? And, here I am, without having posted my second post on the new blog. Good knight, what the heck is wrong with this girl–can’t even post on the new blog, much less on ESJG--which is in desperate need of an update. Settle down. Pictures follow the venting of the innermost workings of an overworked artist….

Recently I have heard a couple of people call me Prolific. That is a magical word to artists/writers/whatevers as that is the key in this industry to making headway, be it financial, social, climb that ladder, see what’s at the top. Problem is: there is no top. There is just the moment of creativity- that spark. The birth of this “thing” into existence from a hard-to-form idea to something tangible. I could be prolific, were it not for the sparks that are still trapped upstairs waiting in line for liberation.

Regardless to public opinion, my focus lately has been, well, Focus. We all know that our darling author can do a million things. I just don’t feel like doing them anymore. Model: Check. Photographer: Check. Writer: Check. The rest: Meh. Checked at the door. Hanging the hat, takin’ my shoes off for awhile and stayin’. Focus. Funny, right when I decide to stop being so prolific is when the word is thrown around the most.

One of the plans-of-action in this Focus genre, is to start shooting with a purpose. For those of you just now joining the class, my photographic focus will be: (trumpets sound) Architecture, Destination, Pet and Still Life. Perhaps I’ll dabble in real portraiture, but, for now, my people stay a part of the dream realm. Conceptualism may not feed my pocket, but it certainly feeds my soulshine.

As a part of this process, I shot some Mugs.

Sidenote: I also review photography books….so this all ties in with a book I’m reading now called Camera Creative, a book which is lovely and inspiring and covers a gambit of topics on how to make the most, creatively, out of what you have. Certainly posts on the book alone will follow as is appropriate, and I will outline some of the techniques as I test them!

One of the big themes in my photography is anthropomorphousism. This will continue as my oeuvre in my still life and I thought it was time to start working out some exercises with household items. I chose Mugs because they are a very intimate object–most people have that mug.

Finally without anymore hesitation: some selections from this lil project. I’d love ANY feedback. Speak up, speak out, Lord knows I certainly do.

xxCeO

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

Still-Life series

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The first post…

Always like your first lover…. you want to say (do) so much, but find your fingers fumbling and mind wandering….nervous. “What if they don’t like me?”

I suppose I got the itch–what a terrible thing to say after referencing sex, to catalogue my travels, my experiences, my friends, etc. Somewhat of a travelogue, where I can share pics of me by other photographers, unlike my platform over on  Eternal Soulshine of the Jilted Generation, where the words with the images tell a specific story- their story. In the pictures of me, I get to tell the story….so they should have a place to land, as well as the stories of the artists, the day, the life of the photo.

So….I should stop start writing now….

from the "Pleasure of the Prostrate Pitcher" series, self portrait

from the "Pleasure of the Prostrate Pitcher" series, self portrait

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