For Reasons I Cannot Explain
“For Reasons I Cannot Explain”
19 x 19”
I have returned to the abandoned convent, the Sisters of Mercy, each trip to County Clare, Ireland. Together with the late David Lang, some wonderful sculptural and photographic art has been created and shared from this site. On this particular occasion, I was standing in the kitchens of the convent and heard a whooshing sound overhead. Looking up with my camera, I bore witness to these jackdaws swooping gracefully in and out and over the ruins. I am pleased to announce that this piece and "Gray Groom_Above", a collaboration with noted Vermont fine art painter, Matthew J. Peake will has been juried into the "Variations" at the Marblehead Arts Association, King Hooper Mansion
8 Hooper Street
Dates: January 30th - March 14th, 2021
'There are many a rumor of the Jackdaw being a bad, or even an evil, omen that can indicate bad luck and bad fortune in your life. Generally, through befriending the Jackdaw totem the bad luck and bad fortune can be faced and worked through. The Jackdaw is in truth an omen to indicate what needs to be brought to attention in your life. With Jackdaw there are often powerful portends and premonitions ... as a familiar and totem guide, the Jackdaw makes an excellent companion.'
'The species may be the only animal aside from humans known to understand the role of eyes in seeing and perceiving things, according to a new study by Oxford University. While humans often use visual clues to communicate, it wasn’t known whether other animals share this social ability until recently.'
Meh . . .
Some days are just "meh."
(From a #CreatingYourVision #photographyworkshop at the #AttleboroArtsMuseum)
In the spirit of #printsnotpixels, including several models from this ig page, I am pleased to announce that this photograph, “Passage” and other selected work will be featured in this Cambridge Gallery exhibition:
“Attention to Detail"
A curatorial exhibit by Edwina Rissland, Lorraine Sullivan, David Lee Black & Nancy Beams
Kathryn Schultz Gallery
Cambridge Art Association
25 Lowell Street
Dates: January 8 - 28, 2021
Awoke . . .
I have never found it difficult to abandon a group , to go against the alpha male or female. I have never much cared for gangs, for social tribes , for fitting in. I have known since I was very young that the in-woke-crowd isn't my crowd. They are not my people.
Vessel . . .
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery—always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
Thoughts Left Visible . . .
What do we see with our rods and cones? When all the cones are stimulated equally the brain perceives the color as white. The brain is the actual interpreter of color. The average number of colors we can distinguish is around a million.
A million colors; single photons; galactic realms quintillions of miles distant – not bad for the blobs of jelly in our eye sockets, wired to a 3 pound sponge in our skulls.
Testing 1, 2, 3 . . .
One vintage wedding dress, one model who wished to have #herstory photographed and one grey card to have as a color reference later in post production equals a uniquely fun shoot.
Have you booked YOUR 2021 photoshoot yet?
Drowning Instinct . . .
Is water a symbol for emotions?
There is something called the drowning instinct.
It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning.
Improv . . .
This is what a broken Nikon D810 sensor looks like. And this is also the result of just keep shooting, saying nothing to the professional Polish model because sometimes it is doing what you can, with what you have, where you are.