Wednesday, August 26, 2009

the whole world

Of course I realize that some of these new images seem goofy in theme. I don't really care. Honestly, there should be some amusing elements. "The Frog Prince" was a perfect example and perhaps, this new one is as well:



This weekend, I will be making my way to Coney Island. I doubt I will be looked at twice in my get-up and maybe that is a good thing. I don't fit in but no one cares either....In any event, I just hope the weather gets a little cooler. I just want Summer over.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The latest

Thanks to Mr. Orville Robertson - street photographer extraordinaire, I found this location to be perfect for an urban shoot. What could be better than the NYC skyline?!

Friday, August 7, 2009

rejection..........

I have received more rejection letters from art galleries and other exhibition spaces than I care to admit. It eats away at you, especially when the work you show them is so personal. However, one needs to build a thick skin to it. First off, it's never personal. A gallery may LOVE your work but it won't necessarily fit into what they show. Also, in this economic climate, it is all about business. They need to be able to sell the work...for the most part.

There are places, though, that claim they just want to help the emerging artist - their mission is to do what they can. Sure. If your work is large-scale, color and pointless....ok, ok I am being very jaded here but look up contemporary photography and tell me the common denominator. Let's not forget the photographs of Diane Arbus-esque subjects staring down the lens like Children of the Corn.

This latest rejection was from an opera house upstate NY that has a gallery space and was looking for a solo photo show. According to them, my work didn't "fit their needs".

*cough* Huh?


Back to the gallery op websites.....

Sunday, August 2, 2009

What a Tangent!

I always wonder what it takes to really feel like a body of work is complete. I know Time is to be considered. Work I created years ago that I thought was resolved; that I thought was even good, I look at with disgust today. I know that my work has matured a bit but what else? When does an artist really know her/his work is done?

I used to be asked why I don't just stop photographing myself and move on to other things. I've tried many times, yet I keep coming back to me. Must be a reason...


I will say that sometimes creating other forms of art give me a sense of freedom and playfulness but I never seem to be able to take what I've done there and bring it into my photography, and vice versa. My drawings are separate not just in technique, but in thought and approach. Here are 2 examples of recent drawings I have done:






I am proud of them because of their exaggerative gestures and expressions. I am excited to continue these when I can. And how different are they to my photography?