Love should always be ’so easy’ :) For Jenn & JD, a highly energetic fun loving couple…it definitely is. :) Even though it’s the middle of winter & part of our engagement shoot was outdoors… these two had no problem running, jumping, and playing together like little kids. :) I love that about them. Their affection and enthusiasm for each other is timeless.
This past Saturday, I was invited to celebrate the 1st birthday of Audrey Grace Belange :) Such a fun day & an absolutely beautiful family! Katie (Audrey’s mother) chose Winter One’derland for the theme…snowmen centerpieces made out of daisies, snowflake ornaments tied with sheer pink tulle, gifts bags with felt polar bears accented by silver glitter adorning the front, vases full of brushed silver twigs dripping with sequins, homemade cupcakes resembling ice rinks with ballerina’s ice skating across the top, etc etc :) Audrey was such a happy girl and I truly felt as though I was walking through a Better Homes & Gardens magazine spread the entire time. Simply beautiful. :)
requiem for a dream, bowie, cellophane, video games, snowing gerbera’s, outsider art, progress board, box cities, androgyny, Euro chic, balloons, newspaper, sometimes its so simple, princess & the pea, conceptual contrast, red key, you have to kiss a lot of frogs, With Lights, pinup banana’s, double dates, asians, nips, life as a creative collage, beetlejuice, book covers, ms. peacock, the tree stands alone, priest of sins, 10-30, crimping daylight, dean, rock-a-billy, art installations, homeless, smiths city, etc etc etc etc etc
I love today. :)
Picking it up tomorrow….definitely. :)
Irving Penn was born in 1917. He studied design with Alexey Brodovitch at the Philadelphia Museum School of Art and, in 1943, produced his first color photograph, a still life for the cover of Vogue. In a career of more than sixty years, he has made an extensive and influential body of work in portraiture, fashion, and still life. Mr. Penn is the author of several books, including Moments Preserved (1960), Worlds in a Small Room (1974), Flowers (1980), Passage (1991), Still Life (2000), and Earthly Bodies (2002).
For the road warriors of the world, drive time is one of the best opportunities to test out some new tunes. :) This past weekend, life took me to Nashville & back…total drive time = 10hrs.
A few highlights from the album log…Jer Gregg’s self-titled new release & Band of Horses, “Cease to Begin”. Together these two albums exemplify what I love best about a great travel playlist…Band of Horses when you want to lean back, smooth the grade, & watch the hills blur by… Jer Gregg’s powerful pipes to get the blood flowing…hyped & hungry for the home stretch.
Ceci n’est pas une pipe.
This is not a pipe. I love statements that beg other questions. Okay. Then what is it? A realist would say, ‘It’s not a pipe…it is a representation of the original object, a picture of a painting of a pipe.’ Good thing for me, I am both an idealist and a realist. ;) I’ve never met a reality that I didn’t seek to embrace, nor one that couldn’t be changed. (TBC, xo)
[1.21] The rediscovery of this painting came to me early last week after a chance meeting with a stranger. Funny, how certain people can have an obscure impact on our lives. The truth of the matter is: life, lessons, perspectives can all change in an instant (some by fate, some by our own hands). The original muse of this post has gently faded from memory. However, the personal impact still remains. In life we often take people at face value — oversimplifying, categorizing, assuming. Similarly, our public personas also tend to live a surface level existence — oversimplified, categorized, assumed. But what of the complex world behind the walls? The place where we see the painting for the artists hands — the blots of pigment, the texture of each chosen brush, the patient hours of concentration, the experiences that led to the artists view of the world, the inner workings of a creative mind. For whatever reason, the last few years have brought an increased appreciation for looking far beyond the surface (both of myself and of others). I’ve learned to love the hidden mysteries, the process of getting from representation to raw form, the beauty of each persons intricate design. In a world without walls, there is no fear. Ceci n’est pas une pipe. This is not a pipe.
Rilke has recently become one of my new favorite muses. :) A 19th century poet, wise beyond his years…he was just 27 years old when he wrote the first letter of the series. I’m currently on my second trip through this book. Below are a few of my favorite quotes from his writings…
“Perhaps it will turn out that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what recompense might come from outside.”
” ‘Living and writing in heat.’ — And in fact artistic experience lies so incredibly close to that of sex, to its pain and its ecstacy, that the two manifestations are indeed but different forms of one and the same yearning and delight.”
“(…) it was of the sort that one reads again, when one finds them among one’s correspondence, and I recognized you in it as though you had been close at hand.
“(…) no human being anywhere can answer for you those questions and feelings that deep within them have a life of their own.”
“(…) to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiderable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you (…)”
“(…) love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.”
“(…) your distance is already among the stars and very large; rejoice in your growth, in which you naturally can take no one with you, and be kind to those who remain behind, and be sure and calm before them and do not torment them with your doubts and do not frighten them with your confidence or joy, which they could not understand.”
“There I shall live all winter and rejoice in the great quiet (…)”
“What goes on in your innermost being is worthy of your whole love (…)”
“(…) they, who are long gone, are in us, as predisposition, as burden upon our destiny, as blood that pulsates, and as gesture that rises up out of the depths of time.”
“Read the lines as though they were someone else’s, and you will feel deep within you how much they are your own.”
“love (…) the last test and proof, the work for which other work is but preparation.”
“(…) to become world for himself for another’s sake”
— Off to Nashville, TBC :) xo
New things have emerged in my little corner of the world recently. #1 FIDAMO (.com) has a new layout & design. whoot! Thank you Peakay Designs. Loving it!! and #2 I decided that it was also time to update the concept/design of my blog. I’m still in the tweaking (finishing touches/design) process, but basically…here it is. :)
Memoirs of the Moon (2.0)
Where before, ‘Memoirs of the Moon’ solely focused on the photography aspect of my life … I figured that with the new year, new site, new goals, etc … it was time to expand a few horizons. ;) To me, being an artist is so much more than the end result (aka. the photograph). A product cannot exist without the process….and this is especially true for passion & creativity. There are so many things in this world that inspire me — from the grandest to the most obscure, from the slightest to the most ornate. Whether we are wholly aware or otherwise, as artists we draw upon the infinite magnitude of influences around us. In 2010, I am seeking to make a more conscientious effort to explore the many influences & inspirations in my life. Not simply to be inspired by them, but to understand them and why they are consequently influential to the way that I see the world. The following posts are a bit of both — the process (passion) and the product (photography as artist expression). I hope you enjoy. :)
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