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Oh this is lovely. I think this is something I am ready to try now (pet shelter photography). I've been thinking about doing this ever since I had a dream I did it and then I was given a link to a story about a woman that did it. However, equipment is expensive, and it's difficult to know exactly what to get that is essential when I would consider myself and my experience as "natural light" photography. So...research and maybe a purchase or two...one studio light and a standing reflector perhaps...so glad I got the flash with "remote" capabilities. Everyday I fall more and more in love with Rooka and I've become a "guardian" with the ASPCA. I like this cause - action!
...Still saying, "I'm not paying attention to you." She's so cute though!! Little Rooka-Boo...my lovely.
Merry Christmas!!!
The portraits are finished! (And have been since Sunday...I stayed true to my promise!) And now I'm working on business cards for the studio. This is the one I'm leaning toward the most at the present moment. Because I absolutely love this photograph. And, I guess, in essence, I feel it best represents me as a photographer. So, yay! I'm off for the next week and Rooka and I will be spending time together, walking, sniffing, stretching, yawning, eating...you know...fun things. Alex has vowed to make me a logo for my studio because apparently doing so is impossible without illustrator and my current computer set-up will not allow such advanced work. Color-correcting in photoshop is about where her capabilities end. Another thing to fix in the near future. Classes start in January. YES! A perfectly timed vacation now to prepare me for all the fun things soon to come in 2012. 2012 will be my year of correct "yes" and "no." Wasted time irritates me. So does baggage. No more baggage. Mine or otherwise. Baggage does not belong in my life.
Well, it isn't finished yet. Tomorrow though, it will be. I woke up the other morning with this in my head (and for me it is forever linked with Kill Bill). My god, I love Nancy Sinatra. And well-made movies...or well-made anything.
I guess I miss painting. Perhaps it is time to drop one of my jobs and return to long hours of chasing some artistic vision with these smelly tools and seductively textured materials...there will always be something so correct about this medium for me. Toxic and finicky as it may be. But so full of incredible chemistry, intelligence, intuition, patience and urgency...I could go on and on. A year and a half of painting "silence" goes by and with this I feel like I'm speaking a language again, that I haven't had the opportunity to speak in that long. And something is coming through correctly. This is not an example of my current preference for "concept" perhaps. Though I find it very enjoyable. It is straightforward. Perhaps the last year and a half have been about the mind. And now, more mind can be applied to this practice. It's just easy. Like a native tongue is. Maybe it is my native language. And it isn't about how it looks. It's about how it feels. It feels like a language I should use more often. I think there are new things I would like to say this way.
...is that I have to sit on the futon all day and do something. That something turned out to be updating my website with some of the latest shoots. Yay. And speaking of latest shoots...here is a little goodie from a studio session with my two loves. Those two portraits will be done by sometime this weekend if it kills me!
Portraits & Family. :)
Latest projects! Commissioned portraits! And my hair. These portraits will be done soon, (finally have time to work on them, dear god!) and my hair is no longer anything remotely resembling this color. Woohoo. Changes. Progress. Fun.
And my photo studio needs a logo. Stat. That will be a holiday break project.
Sometimes, it is as quick and invisible as wind and it will just take something right out of your hands, out of your mind. The way time or distance can literally just take a feeling, a thought, a burden and remove it from you. In the best way. Or feelings and thoughts that cling, unwanted, can just be blown away if you aren't actively gripping them. And you find that you walk differently. Like a limp that goes away after a weight is taken off of you. And you act differently. I am so happy in this place right now. So far from where I've been before-not that those places weren't happy as well. But this, is better. Each is always better than the last. I move forward. That's what I do best. And as of the last couple of weeks, I feel not simply moved, but catapulted.
