Yay!

That is all.

Just "yay".

V*O*T*E

Remember to vote today! This is a special one!

fall chatter

The Brookhaven Arts Festival turned out to be a really great event. Given the current state of our economy, it's an easy call that purchasing art isn't high on anyone's list of necessities. With that in mind, I expected this festival to be a bust.

The turnout was wonderful, even in our blustery, mostly overcast days. I sold enough to make it feel like a success. And as always, people stop in just to look at my old camera collection and want to chat and reminisce (I call these my "Uncle Charlie" conversations - as in, "Oh, would you look at this old camera - my Uncle Charlie used to have one just like it, and I remember him taking that thing everywhere...and there was one time, in particular..." and proceed to share a family memory with me), and I always value these connections. It's part of what photography is, of course - a way to capture a moment in time, and be able to continue to connect with it. Through that personal connection, we can connect with others. It's not always about just pulling the technically perfect print.

Anyway, I'm glad to have gone out on a high note, so to speak. I'm not certain when I'll do another festival, but for the immediate future I'm taking a hiatus. I continue to have most of my work posted in the Gallery of my web site, so for anyone who is interested in a purchase, just shoot me an email.

I'm winding down my business career (blissfully) over the next several months, and will probably need to internalize for awhile once it's over. I've been going like mad for so long - running here, running there, trying to squeeze in some kind of meaningful art in between Atlanta rush hour commutes and focusing on the health care industry - that it's going to take awhile to adjust to an abrupt stop. I'm looking forward to it and I'm also terrified of it. But that's fodder for another blog.

For any amount of cash

I've been waiting for years to buy a brand new cadillac
But now that i've got one i want to send it right back
I can't afford the gas to fill my luxury limousine
But even if i had the dough no one's got no gasoline

There's no more left to buy or sell
There's no more oil left in the well
A gallon of gas can't be purchased anywhere
For any amount of cash

-the Kinks, A Gallon of Gas


There is a Chinese curse that goes something like this: "May you live through interesting times."

Maybe I'm dating myself here, but I recall hanging my head out of my high school bus and waving at a friend who was stuck in a long line of cars, waiting to get to a gas pump, back in the '70's. He waved back without enthusiasm, and I recall feeling rather smug that, although still yet too young to have a driver's license, I hadn't followed the course of many of my upper classmates in hot pursuit of getting their own wheels as soon as they had license in hand. I never minded taking the bus, even sludging through snow-crunched streets in Michigan winter months towards that bus stop.

My indifference towards transportation served me well during the oil embargo of those times....those interesting times. The Kinks wrote the above song when the album "Low Budget" came out, and it's been dancing in my head for the last several days.

The current gas shortage, of course, is different. There is no saber rattling going on in the SE USA (except maybe at those who would dare to cut in line at an open gas station) - it's only due to a couple of hurricanes, and the failure of those in charge to safeguard enough supplies to see us through forced refinery shutdowns due to nasty weather.

We drive around town and pass station after station with the now-familiar plastic bags over the pumps, and deserted lots. It's like 1973 all over again, only this time we are also reading about an impending bailout that will keep us feeling poor, fearing the worst and hoping for the best, for a long time to come - and the accompanying sound track isn't as good.

We are living the Chinese curse! It's a cheap curse, I suppose, since it has "Made in China" stamped on its ass. A cheap curse with overwhelming repercussions.

The Chinese curse. I love irony, don't you?

Love of Lith

Some recent stuff. Finally some quality time alone under the red lights!

All of these were taken at South Beach, and all of them are from infrared (HIE) negatives.

A plant on our balcony at the Albion. I kept watching that shadow passing over during the day, and knew I had to capture it.

The rear of the Albion, looking up from the pool area. I let the blacks fully develop here, nothing in mind but achieving a more graphic, lith-film kind of look.

A parking deck that caught my eye. I pulled this one without letting the blacks fully develop to give it more of a charcoal-etching kind of feel.

Brookhaven Arts Festival coming up

I'll be at the Brookhaven Arts Festival for the first time this year. It looks like a great event.

Dates: October 11th and 12th.

I hope to have more lith prints out in time for this one! My darkroom has been more of a storage room since installing the new floors. Maybe the upcoming Labor Day weekend will be THE weekend I clean up in there at last - and get back to some serious work.

I like the echo-o-o-o of an empty room

So I've painted 4 rooms in my house in the last 2 months. (During which I kept getting annoyed with the way my longish hair seemed to be a paint magnet, so I've chopped off quite a bit. muahahaha....)



There's nothing that will make you want to paint your walls more than having new floors put in. Being the type of people who seem to do things in a grand way, we ripped out all the floors of the entire downstairs.


So long, crappy builder's grade carpet!


Farewell, cheap wood parquet!


I was on the ball enough to take some "after" shots, but fell short of being smart enough to take "befores". I've rummaged around my files, but this seems to be the best "before" picture I have of the foyer with the pukey parquet floor....it just happens to have a cat in it, too.








Here is the "after" view, sans cat:



















Okay, the cat shot is cuter because of Jinx, but what the hell. There it is - my new fieldstone foyer, with a glimpse beyond into the (newly painted!) study showing my new hardwood floor in there - and a glimpse of a new rug.


One of the BEST parts about hardwood floors is that you get to spend stupid money on seriously beautiful, hand crafted rugs to place on them.

And your dog approves.






The BEST-best part in all this is....

the studio!





















I hated even putting my drafting table back in there, it was so perfect in its emptiness. I liked walking around listening to the echos. Sadly, this floor seemed to resist my efforts to slide...or maybe I just need thicker socks. ??

Anyway.

The drafting table and the oak work-table are back in, as is the little bookcase crammed with my art books and supplies. I want to better display my antique cameras, so eventually there will have to be some kind of display case in there....but I'm in no hurry.

Right now, I'm having a great time just resting my painting arm, getting used to feeling air on the newly exposed back of my neck, and listening to the echos bouncing around in there.

ooo-HOO....OO....OO....OO...... [fade to black]

hot summer

This is being written mainly to make sure the month of July isn't completely devoid of posts.

I'm a terrible blogger - when I get busy with my life, I don't feel the pull to sign in and update. As much as I enjoy writing, when I feel rushed I'd rather avoid it.

All I can say at the moment is: things have been crazy-busy, in mainly a good way. The summer is flying by, and my heavenly time floating through South Beach already seems like the distant past. I still have a roll to develop from that trip. I've not been in the darkroom for weeks, home-improvement projects seem to be stepping in front of me at every turn. In fact, one home improvement project involved me sanding down a wall; I failed to close the door to the nearby darkroom and I know I've sent a fine spray of dust in there. Dumbass - I should be shot for such an oversight. So, no prints will be forthcoming until I really clean up in there, including the enlarger.

Ah, for the day when I'm out of the rat race! The bromoils, the hand coloring, the lith prints, and - dare I say it? - the Polaroid transfers that all still await me.

I hope to have a firm date for the next hand coloring workshop, and a couple of fall art festivals up here soon.

I've never been at such a happy stage; getting closer to the time when I'm free to do the REAL work that is still ahead. It's maddening at times, but still exciting.

PH8 and sand in the tub...or, the Mystery Tour revealed

Ah, the mystery trip....I've already bragged on this trip to several people and almost feel guilty bringing it on here. But when you know you've had one of those trips that can classify as one of THE trips of a lifetime, you get over that real quick-like.

heh.

So, I honestly never had a clue where we were headed, and had the fun of hanging back at the airport when checking the luggage so Brad could tell the harried-looking Delta employee that this trip was meant to be a surprise and not to blow it with a casual mention. Apparently his charm is infectious and so was his effort, as I watched the agent's facial worry-lines smooth away as she broke into a smile while they exchanged a few more comments. It can't be easy being on the front lines of an airline these days. I appreciated being a happy customer. Baggage checked, onward through security and then, finally, coming up to the gate whose sign read...."MIAMI".

.....Miami? Brad almost laughed at my doubtlessly comical expression while I carefully arranged my face to look more pleased than puzzled, while my peripheral brain was doing a rapid-fire check of what could possibly be down in the city of Miami that would suddenly register with a click so I could leap into the air and shout, "YES! MIAMI!!!!"

It didn't happen. Amused and patient, Brad carefully explained that our actual destination was South Beach, Miami....and that he had rented us a room in a restored 1930's hotel in an area called the Art Deco District. I'd never heard of it, but then, neither had he, so we were going in relatively blind - he with the upper hand, of course, since he'd been avidly studying the area and restaurants online.

What, me worry? Foolish Terri.

It.was.amazing.

Brad had landed us a penthouse room - no doubt smallish for a penthouse by today's standards, but it was all about the balcony patio and the art deco feel of the whole place.

We were here:

on the top floor towards the back, where the penthouse patios overlook the pool. We were in PH8. For 5 straight days, we either swam in the pool or camped out on the beach, and endlessly walked the area. Block after block was little more than architectural eye candy; I tried to take artsy shots and breathe it all in. There was a long street closed to through traffic, given fully over to pedestrians to access on foot all the shops, restaurants and bars that remained open to silly wee hours. Whether we walked down them at high noon or at midnight there was the same level of music, laughter and general street-party hijinx type of people-watching. No one went home, it seemed, and the stores never closed and people shopped and dined and drank and laughed and wore South Beach clothes. It was a world unto itself, unreal and glittering, and we were happy to wander in it.

We were barely becoming assimilated into this particular collective when the ugly reality of check-out time was upon us.

I'll have more pictures to pop in. This image of the Albion is from a quick test print of an HIE negative. It looks a little blown; I'll do better after more time in the darkroom. I returned having shot only 2 rolls of HIE, a roll of slide film that's sort of blah and one still-undeveloped roll of 120 from the Holga. Could be a handful of potentially interesting shots...could be crap. We'll see.

But South Beach is a delicious place to go lose oneself. And "PH8" will forever be a buzzword in our household.

Roll up for the Magical Mystery Tour...step right this way

Ever wanted someone to just step in and disrupt your busy life with an announcement that you're being whisked off by plane to someplace new and special, and all you had to do was get the time off work, and be packed and ready at the appointed time?

Yeah, me too. And I'm actually going to get this gift, courtesy of THE best husband in the world, later this month.

Now, don't get me wrong....I like control. But until this was planned without my knowledge, I didn't realize what a gift the lack of control can be. I'm not worrying over what or how to pack, for instance. I will be given the vaguest of ideas as to whether to include warm or cool weather clothing - the night before we leave. If I knew in advance exactly where I was going, my feverish little brain would be laying out precise outfits and mulling over what to take for certain activities, and worrying about things like extra shoes...or socks.

More importantly, I'd be in a dither over what photography gear to take along...which for me, experience proves can lead to toting far too much. Knowing where I am going means I am able to dedicate a certain format to a certain place (if not envisioning actual photos!).

I'm surprising myself with my growing delight in the freedom of not knowing...it's allowing me to shrug off planning for the unknowable, compelling me to keep it simple. Since I don't know any details, I'm going with the easy-to-tote 35mm - slides and infrared film (2 rolls from my precious remaining stash of HIE). That's 2 camera bodies with shared lenses (bless you, Pentax). That leaves room in my camera bag to tuck in the Holga and a few rolls of 120 B&W film.

So...that usually lengthy (and overthought) process is done. It's over. I can't plan for anything specific, so all I know is I'm going light, with a decided shift toward shooting for funk.

My Mystery Tour planner is remaining tight-lipped and teasing, promising only that it's all been planned, is already paid for, and all I have to do is live in the moment and enjoy myself to the extreme.

.....huh?! No debating over where to stay, what to pack, how to shoot....really? I'm being challenged to just relax and go with it! Relinquish control! Get into a complete mindset of spontaneity, that will last for days!

....I think I'm up for it. Everything I need....satisfaction guaranteed. The time is coming, coming to take me away.....

Oh, go on - let me enjoy the Beatles reference; who doesn't want to live in a Beatles lyric?

Happy Earth Day!

Okay, so it may be too late to plant a tree in your area - but it's always okay to go hug one. Or, water and feed one - or a dozen.

I wish the idea of taking care of our fragile planet and the wild things that grow upon it could stay at the forefront of our collective minds. I know, I know - we have war, a crappy economy, an unsettled political landscape, escalating energy costs, floods and famine to grapple with. Yet the sight of a tossed fast food bag on the side of the road still hits close to home, probably because these sights ARE close to my home.

Pick up the roadside trash along your routes - today, and whenever you see it. Take care of the trees and bushes in your yard. Put out feeders for the birds and keep a birdbath filled with clean water.

There is so much we can't control that gives us the sense of a world gone mad. The best we can each do is to lavish tender care in our own little corners. So don't give up!

this weekend....

...is the next hand coloring workshop! Gosh, all this time since it first was scheduled, and now it's suddenly upon me.

I love teaching it almost as much as I love doing it - so I'm really looking forward to this weekend.

Yeah, and so what?

Uphill battles do not deter me.

Hopeless ones only make me fight harder.

gad, I'm a stubborn little freak.

Come back, come back and save us, Dr. Land

I haven't even known what to say about the recent announcements regarding the demise of Polaroid film...upon the news, like an idiot I had a knee-jerk reaction and blew $185 to snag 2 boxes of Type 79 from B&H. At least Brad is understanding, and encouraged me to get more if I wanted.

Today, my order arrived and I opened it to see the dreaded "yellow sticker of death" in the upper right corner.

I'm not taking this well.

Polaroid film is just so personal to me. Next to hand coloring, it's what started my fascination with alternative photographic processes. In fact, it was while researching hand coloring years ago that I kept bumping into references to Polaroid image transfers (which accept hand coloring nicely) and emulsion lifts. Whether Edwin Land liked it or not, his film emulsion formulas could produce wonderfully unique things.

Fascinated, I allowed myself to be become sidetracked, and wanted to learn more, culminating in a 6-week course on the various techniques using Polaroid film. My teacher was very encouraging. Eventually, I began entering juried art festivals just for fun. My second time out, I was astonished to be awarded the overall "2nd Place, Best in Show" prize, due mainly because of my Polaroid work. This was as encouraging as it was validating - and it's been a part of me ever since.

So no - I'm not taking it well and it pisses me off that it's all due to the massive, negative impact of the digital revolution. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing these corporations I've supported couldn't care less about today's small artist in this new competitive, digitalized, everything-in-a-second world. 90 seconds from shutter click to imagery is no longer fast enough. Call me a luddite, call me backwards - it's probably all true and I don't care. Something special is gone from the world and no one is screaming from the rooftops. I can only sit back and hope some manufacturer "out there" will have the bucks to snag the rights, freely offered up by Polaroid, to produce this film. While they're at it, they can bring back my sacred Time Zero film. I sound like a drug addict when I say I'll pay the price to get what I want.... but I really mean it. I put off trying Type 55 positive/negative film, until the magic hour arrived that I could get out of the rat race and devote more time to my art, and now it's gone and I feel like I've been robbed.

I thought I accepted the recent demise of Kodak's HIE fairly well.....but this one's killing me.

The above image was done with Time Zero film, hand colored. Time Zero....the first to be eliminated. But not the last, as it turns out.

Goodbye, my lovelies. Your passing deserved more respect than it has received.

Remember to vote!

Vote your conscience, vote your heart....whatever you like to call it - just do it!

He is the one to make me cry

Have you listened to the new Crowded House record yet? If not....do.

Of course, the title of this post is a play on words of track #13, which might be the best song I've heard in...well, in a long, long time. Not too many musicians get to me like Neil Finn. He draws the slow sighs from me.

I think of Neil Finn as one of those miracle musicians. The kind that seem easy to dismiss at first, but once your mind and ears have settled in, you discover yourself having an ohmygod moment. There are a couple of songs off this new record that are giving me those, and part of me lives to experience them. They're damn rare. When I was driving home through the thick, rare Georgia snowfall a few weeks ago, track #8 began to play....as ethereal, light and, for me, as full of wonderment as the snow. The odd chords swirled about me as the wind blew the snow around my car, and I was moving as certainly through the music as I was the snowfall. I could have stayed suspended in that moment forever.

This is the magic that Neil Finn gives. As long as he's around, putting out songs like this, I know there's hope for music, after all. Finn's voice, so immediately identifiable, is in fine form throughout the record, sometimes full, sometimes raspy - and always on target with his strange melancholy chords that still manage to lift the listener.

Ah, Neil. Sing to me, baby!

snowflakes...

....are falling in my back yard. Without a sound.

This makes me very happy.

InsOmNIa! $#@&*

...it's been kicking me about a little bit. I know why, it's wintertime and I'm more cooped up. A passage I read long ago (from a now-forgotten novel) has stayed with me: "My stomach is empty and my mind is full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep." Okay, that might explain the banana and peanut butter snack at 2:00 AM last week, shivering barefoot in the kitchen, which did seem to send me happily back to bed and 4 hours of blissful sleep before the next workday. But the times when my brain feels blank and the belly well sated belies the easy banana-trick.

Ah, well. It passes.

Today is another birthday. I have celebrated by chopping off my long hair. A new bio-photo will eventually follow, but since photos of me are scarce it may be awhile. For now, I'm still enjoying reaching for the back of my neck and encountering the blunted ends.

Happy birthday to me. I like growing old. I like feeling the passage of time, looking back, looking forward. One nice thing about having a January birthday is that it goes so well with looking ahead - planning the year, planning my life.

My favorite piece from last year:





This year, I want to continue the trend of reading more. Reading, and spending more time in the darkroom - I've missed it terribly over the holidays, which were screamingly busy between work and home. The above lith print reminds me how much I love this technique - another reason to go play in the darkroom!

Over the past several years, I've put myself out there quite a lot - both personally and professionally. 2008 is the year I am pulling in. I've been doing it almost unconsciously for the last several months, and have noticed how happy it makes me - contracting my life into a little circle between home, work, with only a few excursions on the side involving close friends or family. It feels really good.

Note to self: hang in there, old girl. It wasn't nearly as important as you thought it was. You know?? You're doing just fine!

Happy New Year!

I hope everyone had some time off from work, school, or whatever it is that keeps you from play-time.... ;)

Here's to a wonderful 2008! (I was going to say, an interesting 2008...but interesting doesn't always = wonderful, so I skipped it.) heh!