A Glorified Self Portrait Of A Bad Hair Day Gone Well, January 6. 2012 4:52 P.M.
Spent my Friday afternoon trying out new lighting schemes and getting back into the groove of studio lighting. Got some really great stuff from just shooting myself and some classmates. *Sigh* Finally!
Today, I officially have a photo studio to work in that I paid for all on my own. These are the keys, I would say, to my motivation. Or to the door that unlocks new work. Or to my heart. I’m only this corny because I’m excited. TGIF.
The Magic Of The Magic Wand: An Idea I Have Had For A Very Long Time But Seems To Have Been Perfectly Executed At 1:31 a.m. On January 23, 2013.
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Last night I had one of those foolish nights of losing sleep, holding bad posture and staring at the screen for much too long but the ideas just kept coming and I was beside myself. Now, to explore and refine. Always.
Every time I can’t sleep, I find myself sifting through my photos from Iran, juxtaposing and pairing an image with what may seem like its destined visual partner. Although it may be a bizarre mix, for some reason, something unspoken about it fits or at the very least in its temporary state of brainstorm creates a departure point that seems exciting at this unreal hour of being awake. I think this process, to me, is the epitome of what Seeing A Camera Vomit means.