It’s been fun designing promo bits for my classes. Combines my passion for photography and design with my passion for yoga and teaching. Again, not going to win any design awards, but it’s great for nourishing my need to be creative. Join me for a class on Tuesdays! 11am/12pm/7:15pm All three classes are totally different. Restore is very slow and mellow, Express is a 45-minute mix of Core strengthening and some Restorative, and Move Breathe Meditate combines guided meditation and breath work with asana. It’s mellow, but there is still core work. You can still break a sweat if you want!
I hung the collection of umbrella corpses at Alchemy earlier this month. we had a fun party. sold a few pieces. It's been very well received, more so than I expected. It's been fun working there while my stuff is hanging. I've had so many opportunities to talk to people about my work!
It's still up through the end of May. Come check it out and say hi!
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I can't believe how fast April is becoming the past. While seeds in my garden have been busy sprouting, I've been working on some collages that will be hanging at Alchemy next month. (The opening is May 6, 7pm!) Most of them were finished or mostly finished when I moved to Salt Lake, but I started a new one on 20 x 36 cradled wood panel. I love the way it turned out.
I needed some texture and depth, so I added rolled strips of paper. Looking forward to using this on future work.
This piece was mostly finished, but the pink in the background was a little distracting and overwhelming, maybe the yellow, too. The umbrella corpses speak for themselves, so I do not want them to get lost or obscured. Adding the dots in various shades of green solved the problem. I fixed the spring situation, too. Now the umbrella corpse image is mounted on four fat springs instead of one thin spring. Stabilizing.
One of my favorites. Somehow, the dots anchor the larger circles. Before the circles were just sort of floating. A dot placed at each red strip intersection unifies the whole piece. How lucky to have the photo laying around, the colors work perfectly. (Years ago there was an exhibit following the March 11 Tsunami. I took a photo of several framed artifacts with soft focus, a happy accident. I wanted to use it for something, it finally found a place.)
I have 36 total to hang. 23 of those are 5 x 5 images mounted on 5 x 5 panels with collage around the cradled edges. The remaining 13 vary: 6 x 6, 8 x 8, 10 x 10. Can't wait to see them together on the wall, and the party of course will be fun.
A couple of weeks ago, I was a person who had 1 hot pink umbrella with 2 broken ribs. Over a period of 5 days, I became a person who has 1 cheap, but long-lasting black umbrella, 1 cheap short-poled black umbrella, 1 heavy duty blue umbrella with a wooden handle and a corporate logo, and 1 hot pink umbrella with 3 broken ribs.
About a month before this transformation occurred, I began thinking about where I would dispose the hot pink umbrella when the time arrives. (She had one broken rib at the time.) I can't just ditch her in any garbage can. I won't just toss her out with my kitchen garbage, as I have many times with others.
Now that I have more umbrellas than I need, it might be time to let her go. She is broken, although still functional -- she provides more coverage than the cheap short-poled black umbrella. She puts me in a happier mood than the cheap, but long lasting black umbrella. He's so boring and everywhere. He's the umbrella you have because you didn't have your umbrella that day when it started raining, but at least you know what you are getting. The heavy duty umbrella with a corporate logo is super nice. He can withstand 50 mph winds and has an ergonomic wooden handle! Highest quality umbrella I have ever had, but I can't do midnight blue or corporate logo for my go-to. It's just not part of my costume, unless the alternative is getting soaked.
My quest to find a magical green spot for broken, battered, hot pink umbrella began this morning at Brooklyn Bridge Park. We still have spots to hit, rain or shine, before we part.
I have received more responses to this image than any other to date. Taken one morning on Parkside Avenue on my way to work, it's one image that people have been drawn to. Shown in greater context than most of the other umbrella corpses, social commentary dominates in this environmental portrait.
I love this umbrella corpse mostly for its ruffles. It reminds me of a flower that has been plucked from its stem. I also love the bright colors on the paper around the border.
Why I remember that I found this one at the corner of 14th and 4th, I have no idea. I was on my way to Jam Paper, several years ago. I love it's form, and that it's abandoned on a street corner next to a lamppost.
While each of these could stand alone, I like the 4 of them together. It could be because they were all shot in the same neighborhood, but the additional elements of bicycle wheels, architecture and street scenes thread them together.
I love this one from Montreal. (Not a surprise there were several umbrella corpses there, they get the same windy, rainy days that we do here in New York.) It seems dignified resting against a bright blue fence on the edge of a garden.
This one was left hanging on a chainlink fence in my old neighborhood in Queens. That's astroturf beyond the fence!
This was taken on Wall Street. It reminds me of a time when I was a kid, my dad told me about someone who had dropped dead of a heart attack and was dead "before he hit the pavement". Macabre, I know.
This one I remember, too, I was walking up Sixth Avenue with a former coworker near Herald Square. It's the iconic $5 umbrella, sold on the street when it rains. They can last a really long time, much longer than some that cost more than twice as much. Why it was abandoned at a newsstand is anyone's guess.
I love so much about this one: red umbrella corpse, bright blue bicycle, luscious green summertime grass. It's one of my favorite images to stand alone at larger scale. But when I spotted the illustration of a bicycle in a magazine, I wanted to use it with this image. It's another one from Montreal.
In putting together this site I had to sift through loads and loads of old images. Time consuming but worthwhile. It got me thinking about the evolution of my relationship with photography. I’m glad I had the experience of developing film in the darkroom and making prints. I remember what a purist I was when digital first arrived on the scene, and people were making the switch. I eventually made the switch, then scoffed at the purists.
I thought at one time I wanted to make my career as a photographer until I noticed people who weren’t making their careers as photographers were having more fun with it. It happened around the same time I was working for a commercial photographer who had just returned from vacation. I asked him if he had photos. He said: No, I don’t take pictures on vacation. It’s like work. I felt heartbroken and decided right then that was not how I wanted my relationship with my camera to be.
Flash forward 5 years. I was sitting at a bar in Park Slope with my friend. A guy to my right said he was a photographer and immediately wanted to know what kind of camera I use to shoot. I had just gotten an iPhone and was only using it to shoot. He scoffed and suggested I’m not a real photographer. My DSLR is heavy and hurts my back. Quite frankly it doesn’t give me the immediate satisfaction. I don’t miss sitting at my computer waiting for photos to download. It doesn’t mean I’ll never shoot with it again, but…we’re on a break. I’d rather use a film camera at this point if I am going to lug something around.
To me it’s never been about the equipment. It’s about the story, composition, texture, it’s never been about the f-stop or film speed for me. Sure it’s fun to geek out for some, but that’s not what I geek out about. Something with crude technology can create something magical and amazing. Anyone can buy the most expensive camera, set up a business, then just send their terrible quality photos to a photographer who can fix them. I worked for that guy a few times, fixing an amateur photographer’s photos. Not just levels, curves and color…moving heads. It was ridiculous.
At another bar with another friend just last summer, a young Australian gentleman was sitting at the end while I waited for the bartender. He had a film camera, a Rolleiflex medium format, one that I have coveted for years. I don’t know why I don’t have one, but he let me check it out. He got his on eBay and inspired me to finally fulfill that dream.
A camera after all is just a fun toy in the toy chest, photographic images a layer on canvas. I’m sure our relationship will continue to evolve.