Sunday, March 21, 2010
Some recent-ish collage.
Meant to post some of these for people who weren’t able to attend our Cuatro Amigos en ArmonÃa show at the end of last year. These weren’t all in the show (I forgot to photograph a couple of the pieces before I framed them), but most of them were.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Carrie.
No not the prom-night horror flick with Sissy Spacek. My friend Carrie Nunes, a fabulous jewelry designer and a sweetheart. Another portrait from this last trip to Nashville.
Carrie has really inspired me with this Ring-a-Day project she’s involved in with a bunch of other jewelry designers. Making, as you might expect, a ring every damn day for all of 2010! There are days when she would admit the rings have not been up to a standard of cleverness and/or craft—and you can tell it’s been a long day—but those days are rare.
Her Flickr stream of the project is here. She’s selling the finished rings on Etsy here to benefit the Craft Emergency Relief Fund.
I had an idea of shooting face and hands with LOTS of rings on both hands, but looking purposeful, not just like those ladies that just wear too damn many rings. We didn’t shoot very long, and because of the really narrow depth-of-field I was playing with, some of them the rings weren't too focused, but I liked them anyway. Didn’t really want everything sharpy-sharp. She looks like she’s sleeping and dreaming of rings in one of them, and I’m sure some nights she does just that.
Lately, I think I’ve realized much more keenly that I’ve had a ton of projects in my life that have never come to fruition, because I’ve “creatively procrastinated,” and something has moved away, died, or otherwise rendered a project moot before I got my shit together. Other than the usual bathroom functions, tooth-brushing, eating, etc. I’ve never been very daily consistent with anything.
Trying to fiercely and consistently carpe the diem.
Carrie has really inspired me with this Ring-a-Day project she’s involved in with a bunch of other jewelry designers. Making, as you might expect, a ring every damn day for all of 2010! There are days when she would admit the rings have not been up to a standard of cleverness and/or craft—and you can tell it’s been a long day—but those days are rare.
Her Flickr stream of the project is here. She’s selling the finished rings on Etsy here to benefit the Craft Emergency Relief Fund.
I had an idea of shooting face and hands with LOTS of rings on both hands, but looking purposeful, not just like those ladies that just wear too damn many rings. We didn’t shoot very long, and because of the really narrow depth-of-field I was playing with, some of them the rings weren't too focused, but I liked them anyway. Didn’t really want everything sharpy-sharp. She looks like she’s sleeping and dreaming of rings in one of them, and I’m sure some nights she does just that.
Lately, I think I’ve realized much more keenly that I’ve had a ton of projects in my life that have never come to fruition, because I’ve “creatively procrastinated,” and something has moved away, died, or otherwise rendered a project moot before I got my shit together. Other than the usual bathroom functions, tooth-brushing, eating, etc. I’ve never been very daily consistent with anything.
Trying to fiercely and consistently carpe the diem.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Cornmeal Farm.
I was invited last Saturday to join two of my favorite girls, Capucine and McKenna, for a girls’ Ensworth lacrosse game, lunch, and an adventure to a place called Cornmeal Farm to pet some new baby lambs. Sweet chicks and fresh lambs : )
I know next to nothing about lacrosse. I think it’s one of the things we stole from the Native Americans before we slaughtered most of them. Like most ball-based games, it involves a ball, teams, and goals. Beyond that, I’m fairly clueless. Kind of like the confusion the first time I watched a soccer game, only more so.
Lunch I understand. We had a nice sandwich at a place called Penn Station, probably not ironically named for the rail station that was perhaps the most beautiful public building ever torn down in New York. Curious, I google it to find that, although it’s called Penn Station East Coast Subs, it was started in Cincinnati and seems most popular across the South. Go figure.
Cornmeal Farm is the home of Tami and Lep Andrews, who I met Saturday for the first time, although they are some of those people who are so welcoming and comfortable that I feel like I already knew them.
They have quite a menagerie. All manner of exotic chickens and roosters running about strutting and crowing and pecking, peacocks (including a white one, which seemed kind of rare and mythical), a white horse, a sweet donkey that we all took pictures with, cats, a sheep dog, ducks with funny haircuts (think the AFLAC duck with an obvious white toupee), baby chicks, a big tom turkey that was strutting his stuff like there was no tomorrow (despite the manifest lack of lady turkeys), and of course the sheep and their sweet little 5-day old lambs. The only animal on the place that seemed unhappy was a little raccoon who was in a safe trap waiting to be transported to a new home.
I was supposed to be shooting some more of our budding fashion work with McKenna, but sort of fell down on the job, as I was mostly having a nice time hanging out. What a relaxing lovely place. Look forward to visiting again.
I know next to nothing about lacrosse. I think it’s one of the things we stole from the Native Americans before we slaughtered most of them. Like most ball-based games, it involves a ball, teams, and goals. Beyond that, I’m fairly clueless. Kind of like the confusion the first time I watched a soccer game, only more so.
Lunch I understand. We had a nice sandwich at a place called Penn Station, probably not ironically named for the rail station that was perhaps the most beautiful public building ever torn down in New York. Curious, I google it to find that, although it’s called Penn Station East Coast Subs, it was started in Cincinnati and seems most popular across the South. Go figure.
Cornmeal Farm is the home of Tami and Lep Andrews, who I met Saturday for the first time, although they are some of those people who are so welcoming and comfortable that I feel like I already knew them.
They have quite a menagerie. All manner of exotic chickens and roosters running about strutting and crowing and pecking, peacocks (including a white one, which seemed kind of rare and mythical), a white horse, a sweet donkey that we all took pictures with, cats, a sheep dog, ducks with funny haircuts (think the AFLAC duck with an obvious white toupee), baby chicks, a big tom turkey that was strutting his stuff like there was no tomorrow (despite the manifest lack of lady turkeys), and of course the sheep and their sweet little 5-day old lambs. The only animal on the place that seemed unhappy was a little raccoon who was in a safe trap waiting to be transported to a new home.
I was supposed to be shooting some more of our budding fashion work with McKenna, but sort of fell down on the job, as I was mostly having a nice time hanging out. What a relaxing lovely place. Look forward to visiting again.
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