This photo project is born from my need for an "about me" page for this blog. I find writing about myself difficult to say the least, I also doubt that words are the right medium to capture and express my essence. For weeks I ignored the task, hoping if only I could pretend for long enough that it wasn't there, it would go away. It didn't. I still don't have, and very much need, an 'about me' page. Then, seemingly out of nowhere (thanks muses), a solution came to me. What better way could there be to describe myself than with images of all of the elements that I am made of? And since I don't have an electron microscope I'll stick to my more macroscopic makeup.
Part photo project, part self-exploration, part gratitude list. I am falling more in love with this project all the time. Constraints keep me creative so I've decided I'll be shooting all of these images Instagram style with a 1:1 aspect ratio. I'll create a new image every week and post it here on the blog, along with a few words describing the photo. Each image will then appear on the 'about me' page, and when I feel like I'm finished, I intend to have this little book printed.
If you're in need of a little creativity boost why not join me? Share your images with us on FB with the tag "about me".
...my can of paintbrushes, sitting on my art table and shining in the afternoon light, feels like home.
Art seemed like a good starting point. Sure, I could have photographed my kids or dogs or one of my partners first... or any number of living breathing beings or inanimate objects I hold dear. But everything--- everything-- my relationships with people, how I connect with our animals, the things I choose to give my time and attention to... it would all be so drastically different if I weren't an artist. I created serveral good images, but ultimately chose this one because my can of paintbrushes, sitting on my art table and shining in the afternoon light, feels like home. We spent a good part of 2013 living and traveling in an RV... I did not have very many art supplies, no desk, no light shining on my can of brushes. I felt discombobulated, fragmented, cut off from some intimate aspect of my connection with the luminous. As strong as my wanderlust is, I don't think I'm cut out for the gypsy life. As strong as my wanderlust is, I don't think I'm cut out for the gypsy life.to plant myself, and grow roots. And I need that space to be bigger than 100sq ft. And in that space I need my art table... an altar on which to whisper multi-colored prayers to the wind.