Setting an Intention

In the world of yoga, in the world of mindfulness we practice setting an intention.  I teach photography daily.  With that it is always my goal to bring out the artist in the student. So daily, I work to inspire.  

By the time Summer comes, I am ready to devote time to my vision.

I want to thank a few people right now that appear in this site as a result of my Summer intention.  I began with Holly.  Holly was willing as were the women that followed. Holly had no problem posing in the creek regardless of the humidity or the insects or the need for swim shoes on the jagged rocks.

I thank the three dancers who allowed me to dress them, bring them inside and out in the on again off again rain.  I thank the dancers who waited as I chased the light and ran into the woods to find the big leaves.  I know that they were not sure when I put them in the tarp lined kiddy pool with a tall ladder.

I thank Laurel, who was willing to pretend and hold a pose for as long as a dancer should.  I thank her for her elegance, grace and working so well with direction.

I thank my sister from another mother Dar, the artist.  Dar has been photographed by me many times but never like this.  

Lastly, the sisters....my girls.  Thank you for being in front of your mother's camera and for all the psychology that goes with that...we did good.

I love you all you strong, independent, powerful women.  

Flesh and Bones

If Biblical Heros were Men

It was not my intention, I had no idea that is what the question would be, no idea viewers thought that, but there I was in the woods with a model, the headpiece I made, the slip I bought for the shoot.  I had no idea when I picked up the branch for her to play with.  "Move slowly," I said.  With dancers, best to move slowly, very slowly as shapes get created.

Once in the editing mode it seemed perfect to lower the saturation, not much more. 

When the images were completed and shown I was asked about the "statement" I had made.

What statement?  I was looking at shapes, light, her face, the line. 

In the end the question arises.  What if Jesus were a woman. 

I didn't start out in the woods with the question, the question appeared later, and got me thinking.  What would the Last Supper look like?  What if Moses were a women, as beautiful as a dancer on a Greek vase? 

Stay tuned.

What is it about inspiration?

What inspires?  What works for you?  Where is your quiet? I sometimes feel confined. I sometimes feel that art is that thing we fight for, the time, the space, everything aligned to allow for creation.  Artists live in the real world.  We have families, kids, other jobs.  So to be quiet in itself is a fight.  Let the laundry pile up, don't make that bed, be messy and put is all aside.  The world will try to confine you.  The job is to push back and create.

Confined