Holy Shit Batman

1. So odd to be going to college

I.E. Packing up eighteen years of your life into boxes.

2. There is a mouse living in my kitchen. He comes out every night around 1am. Especially

when I'm playing music--Andrew Bird in particular. It's actually quite strange. He's really friendly.

3. I'm trying to research night photography, landscape style. So as always, I'm experimenting.

[More to come, most likely.]

 It was unseasonably cold tonight. I was wearing a winter jacket while out shootin'

UH. ITS AUGUST.

Tonight

Being alone--it can be quite romantic. Like Jacques Cousteau underneath the atlantic...

What a week!

Completely swooning over Andrew Bird's Weather Systems Album.

And basically his entire discography. Such a fantastic artist. Esquire quotes, "Bird could be the

only performer who's lit up both Lollapalooza and Bonnaroo with a combination

of vocals, violin, guitar, glockenspiel and whistling... he uses centuries-old

instrumentation to give depth and soul to folk rock." Sounds like an interesting chap

to me! Lately I've been collecting a number of salvaged vintage jewelry pieces. Courtesy of family

heirlooms (costume jewelery) via my Grandmother, and fantastic give-aways from Jenny.

My favorite piece...

is the oriental bracelet I got to take home. I remember playing with it when I was really little.

Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal waterloo, now.

[Quality got butchered...but alack. There you go.]

OH. I bought ANOTHER pair of shoes.

Someone, please, take me away. I need serious retail detox haha. Getting the in camera B+W

filter out again, I missed it! Though it will never truly combat B+W film photography, I still like

the look of it. OH. FUN FACT. T-Minus 15 days until I move to Cambridge. SUPER EXCITED.

Scituate Photo Shoot

[Scituate, MA]

The one obstacle I never really attempted to overcome is--working on landscape photography.

I have so much room for improvement, and I am happy to say that it will be my next target.

Breaking out of my comfort zone baby!

However, my favorite genre, and often my niche, is Portraits.

I absolutely love portraiture, and working with people in general. Its just in my nature. I love

analyzing different personalities--discovering how they function, how you can relate to the

comparisons and contrasts within each opposing disposition. Especially within photography.

A natural photograph can spew so many raw characteristics of a person out into the open.

Put on Sunday shoes, and dance round the room to accordion keys--with the needle that sings in your heart.

Escape|iˈskāp|verb. 

1. to break free from confinement or control

I really need to get out and shoot more.

And break free from sitting inside enclosed walls. I'll spend an entire day planing, looking up

artists on last.fm, doodling, braiding things... Cabin fever? Perhaps. I am proud of the sketches

and mock watercolors that are surfacing in my sketchbook though. One step closer to finishing

my summer project.  Its odd. Only 23 days until I move into Cambridge. It crept up so fast...

Iphoto can yield some pretty odd images. I would love to transfer this into an oil painting.

BUT WAIT. I've never touched oils in my life. DILEMMA.

RECENTLY...

Finally finished the coloring=) Still need to touch up, arms are still and will always be wonky.

TESTING TESTING 123, WARNING PLEASE CLEAR THE AREA--PAINT SPLATTERING IN EFFECT.

[Click for a closer look. Its hard to see zoomed out]

So I was testing a few techniques for the Metaphoric portrait I have to do for school. Mod Podge <3

Photos printed on cheap paper DEFINITELY don't hold up to the water/glue mix. As expected.

FAIL.

So I splattered the entire thing with paint=D

& I actually like the idea...

Manipulating Light

More Manipulation

Accidental Tea Photo Shoot

The extent of my obsession.

If there's one thing I could never confess. It's that I can't dance a single step.

I'm gettin' my groove back. I hate being in a photo-rut. Especially prolonged photo-rut's

that completely inhibit all work whatsoever--like cracking down on an enormous backlog

of unedited albums... I'm coming to my senses, confidence is up again, mind open. Perfect.

OH. AND GO HERE. http://www.savepolaroid.com/

Self Portrait Attempt #1

I'm not quite sure If I'm going to use it yet. The shoot was actually VERY difficult, the background

lighting/focus was nearly impossible to achieve without a cable release (broke mine in the process)

and I realized my original portrait idea isn't really attainable. Well, It would be if I had roughly 100

feet of studio to work with, and I'm dealing with a makeshift living room studio at best. I guess you just

have to work with what you have! So for attempt #1. If I do use it, I know I need to add something to it...

Shaka

I was frantically searching to find your voice, on this mix CD somewhere you guys made for my birthday. I couldn't hear you, or could I? Buried underneath three melded voices, and the rhythm of an acoustic guitar--there you were. I tried to tune in, but lost the frequency. Its been a long time, I really miss you... I have no idea what it is like to be living in your shoes right now, I know for sure It must be an agonizing struggle. I can't even comprehend it. But I do know this. You're the strongest individual I have ever known. I know you'll probably never see this, but I'm here. PB I'm here--and I love you. SO MUCH. I spent half of high school with you, enough to know that you're a fantastic person, and that you have shaped my life bro...

You can't have Fluff, or Jam, without Peanut Butter.

It keeps the bread together, it's the most important part...

Hang in there PB.

Shaka. We love you.

Got Guts (c)

I haven't gone through this since 4th grade. Eight years. It's been eight years.

7am, Dusty Road, I'm Going To Drive Until It Burns My Bones (M83)

 [Definitely looks cooler when you zoom in. CLICK.]

I wish it would downpour, right at this very moment. I'm dying for a curtain of cool, liquid salvation. Cleansing the living, the incorporeal, the arid regions we hold within our heart. When will we learn to set ourselves free from the burdens of life, loss, and the grey areas in between? Let go. The storm--It reaches out, shakes us in our bones. We tremble underneath the bucketing rain, the westerly winds, the crackle of electric vitality. Suddenly, we are pocket-sized. We are vulnerable. We are enveloped in blankets of shivers and tossed to the elements, bodies yearning for warmth. You'll find yourself, lost but found, standing out in a downpour of H20 and uncertainty. Arms outstretched--water droplets cascading down your nose like a river, dancing on your eyelashes and on your cheekbones.  It's the way your exhalations echo through the deluge, the way your chest cavity's choking tremors fade to yield exultant breaths--how we begin to sterilize open wounds, revive. Lungs filled with fresh life--You close your eyes, droplets bouncing off your frame, colliding with open pores and gently falling down your skin.