I spent some time revisiting images I made as part of a shoot last year. I didn’t originally intend to spend a day going back through an old Lightroom catalog, but a hard drive crash and rebuild necessitated a few hours spent reconnecting files. And in doing so I reconnected with some work I had forgotten about.
But as is the case with much of my life, that simply isn't true. For much of my career in science I have relied upon a solidly unscientific tool- my…
As artists we all need feedback and critiques in order to grow and portfolio reviews offer to provide it. Sometimes that feedback takes the form of subtle guidance and sometimes it comes as a shocking gut check, especially when we become too close to a body of work. Tim Gunn refers to this as “living in the monkey house”- when you first walk in the smell is completely overwhelming, but after awhile the stench fades until you no longer notice it. Critique can help an artist wake up and smell the monkey crap. (more…)
There is a certain irony in trying to photography cherry blossoms. Why try to preserve what is only beautiful because it is impermanent?
I exhale and molecules that once comprised my flesh are thrown forth.
Carbon atoms forged in the furnaces of ancient stars,
borrowed to build what stands before you,
now recycled to the air,
possibly to become flesh again.
I complete and am completed. (more…)
The air turned suddenly cold overnight. In the cool morning air, steam rises from the surface creating a local fog that slowly swirls over the body of water.
