(upstairs window, 2009)this particular shoot, i drank club soda for the first time, straight out of the can. and learned that the nutritional value of fudgesicles is quite unexpected.
skylight
(upstairs window, 2009)this particular shoot, i drank club soda for the first time, straight out of the can. and learned that the nutritional value of fudgesicles is quite unexpected.
i'm a cat cat cat and i dance dance dance
(mom put water in the soap again, 2009)the ever-entertaining vanessa m., in her kitchen; a side moment from one of the fastest good shoots of my life. i was on time, we ate crackers, and she gave me an infected bead. vanessa is a fabulous painter, and i spy with my little eye three of her pieces in the above shot.
there were a lot of shots from that afternoon, and the real winners will be on my website soon, i give you my word.
press is press
my photo of grilled eggplant scapicia is in biz bash, running along side an editorial piece on courgette catering. with a photo credit and everything. work is work.
this is kind of what it's like to have tea and photograph with angela.
(you can see the final result here)
the lovely lena
(lena, 2009)it's officially lena week on blogs.
(sadly, the lovely ms. oehmsen has returned to the fatherland for a spell, but you can still see her work here: www.lenaoehmsen.com)
there are many new images to post from shoots with many new faces.
i'm trying hard to catch up after being selected as juror #2 in my hometown and spending two and a half weeks in civic responsibility limbo.
try to remember it's the right thing to do.
and sometimes the strobe even worked.
(a degree in business, 2009)oh yes, i have been productive.
1) holey pink tights.
2) false mustaches.
3) a friend who is leaving.
all in one day.
i'm going to be on cbc radio.
for anyone who plans to be awake at 5:45 am on a long weekend monday...
my exhibition at harbourfront centre caught the eye of the show's producer, so this past wednesday i went to the cbc studios here in toronto to be interviewed by jane hawtin for 'metro morning.' my soothing voice will be piped into your home courtesy of 99.1 fm, and if you happen to be up dark and early, you just might get to hear it.
my exhibition at harbourfront centre caught the eye of the show's producer, so this past wednesday i went to the cbc studios here in toronto to be interviewed by jane hawtin for 'metro morning.' my soothing voice will be piped into your home courtesy of 99.1 fm, and if you happen to be up dark and early, you just might get to hear it.
in the 'hood
(the day after a shooting, 2009)my old and new neighbour, julie, in the house where she's subletting.
she made me tea, and reminded me of things i forgot that i knew. she's great.
(and you should see this girl knit! www.loveknits.ca)
i need some new faces. if you're around, and don't mind too much (it's ok if you mind a little), can i photograph you?
paul mccartney makes a dirty joke
(the first official shoot of 2009)more of this girl's lovely face here.
(updated, as promised, because it's january.)
the way home
walking through park on friday, going home for lunch, and there are marks in the snow. the same path as i take home, from the edge of the park to the intersection across from the haircuts and sausages. the morning was clear, there was nothing so, returning, i figure out what has happened. people walking their dogs and strollers step carefully and avoid, but i have an orphaned camera in my purse and a forensic upbringing.
the 26th of january
(hey, it's this f***ing guy!, 2008)in the meantime:
happy anniversary, sister and bro-in-law. what year it's been.
trips and scones and parties for bees
(detail from burn to the ground cover art, 2008)i've been working with luke michielsen on the art for his album 'burn to the ground'. a keen eye will spot the opportunity for things on fire. it's finally done, though i have yet to hold the finished product in my frozen hands. go listen to him, see if he plays 'yours and mine':
"i'd rather be with you than anyone in the middle of a lake
if, while we were boating, there was a fatal mistake."
additionally:
things have been snuffing out like candles lately; not the least being my hard drive. i've been trying so hopefully there will be new things, fresh and green, in january.
old news
back in september i got to drive a rented corolla to london (ontario) to shoot for the globe and mail. the weather was unfortunately sunny.
thanksgiving
i'm never entirely sure if i'm using the word 'hypocritical' corretcly, but i think that it approximately means something to do with me feeling angry when the blogs i frequent aren't updated regularly.
and so, a photo of my beautiful nephew. (or, part two of the photo of my pregnant sister, though it's been a while...)
(the mace: part one, 2008 )
and so, a photo of my beautiful nephew. (or, part two of the photo of my pregnant sister, though it's been a while...)
(the mace: part one, 2008 )
part of the whole
(leora, 2008)leora (of 'patrick and leora') met me in front of the coffee shop i forgot the name of. i knew it started with a 'b' and was someone literary, but was lucky to find her, bike helmet in hand and checking to see if i had left her voicemail. (i had). patrick was winning ten dollars a few feet away. i'd never been to the distillery, and they had never done photoshoots, so it all evened out in the end.
i was surprised by the shape of the line and how her chin became a pretty perfect right angle. she and patrick are actors, so they were phased by very little, happy to mug and act surprised and pretend they were playing characters who were comfortable being photographed.
but this was only a practice.
wet hair before work
(camille in may, 2008)in may we drove to the east coast. i convinced jay to make room in the car for the 4x5, giving it priority over the new blue travel cooler that i bought with my dad the night before we left. i took four shots in total, all of my cousin camille.
she works in a hotel that, because of the international tournament, was full of eastern european hockey fans. she also does an unexpectedly fabulous bill cosby impression.
i had no idea that my holders were loaded with black and white film. it was quite a surprise at imageworks to discover that her hair wasn't fiery red. quite disappointing, but even surprise black and white on the 4x5 can make you feel a little like chuck close.
the adult table at christmas
(baby no.1)in a week or so, my little sister will have that baby and we will be transformed into aunts and nanas and things that we can't be yet. not for another week. this baby will be the beginning of a link in that strange chain of family where all of a sudden there is a new generation, and you're not it.
i'm only telling you this so that when i don't answer my phone you'll know where i am.
once away
(halifax citadel, numbers one and two)i remapped the east coast; visiting families, mine and other people's, and splurging on cheap motels. charlottetown, fredricktown, windsor, mahone bay...
passing through names i remember, maybe from canadian history lessons in the cumby's kitchen, or maybe from stories of our own.
gold horse fountains, antique music boxes, tidal bores, and accidentally lower west pubnico.
the magnetic hill was not such a bust as i recalled, but i still don't care for lobster, and so, tired of lighthouses, i am almost home again.
the nouveau marché
(or, 'the bear would win'.)full days of masks and balances of colour, burning and dodging, and real burning. flames and birds. new work is on the way.
but there won't be any wine.
(detail from 'monument', 2007)my minor thesis is on display in the third floor gallery of the image arts building at ryerson university from now until friday evening. though not in its intended linear fashion, i am pleased with how the work looks when hanging en masse on the wall, especially when it has the pleasure of hanging with marci lashway's work, 'in the moment'. the projects were like sisters last term, so it's nice they can spend some quality time together this week.
for those in the neighbourhood, there will be a reception on thursday night, from 6 to 9, and a purveyance of home-made bruschetta.
oh mail.
pineapple stamps.
jason polan takes the cake as my favourite stranger.
i got this in the mail yesterday, and nothing is good in the same way as real mail.
note the note on the left.
and (as if pineapples and purple hearts weren't enough) this is on the back:
mr. rennie from my clock tower inn series, (third row down, fourth from the left), looking quite two-dimensional, and perfect.
this is what ends up happening when your house-mate claims another art room.
this is marco.marco is in a band.
listen to marco's band: http://www.myspace.com/slowkingmusic
marco is a good sport.
thanks marco.
sometimes, this is what progress looks like.
among the lovely things i received this week was one particularly fabulous surprise. a new york artist named jason polan has a blog called 'the drawing project', where he posts one original drawing each day. the first person to email him with their address will receive the drawing in the mail. i am now the proud owner of drawing #87, 'a man standing in the open doors of a train.' it arrived on my birthday, courtesy of two marvel comic stamps (the fantastic four and captain america, in that order). i am very pleased. as for you, rebecca morgan, there will be new work to post soon. bright, shiny new thesis work.
be patient.
maybe it really is all about hegel.
cutout figures of my paper self, the models for my thesis.there is finally some work in progress, though the progress is slow.
i look forward to a little brilliance sometime.
this is the white whale, this is the way home
(having the quality of 'book', no.1)a perfect treasure for a gray day full of miniatures and theory. tea and balsa wood. wallpaper scrolls and ttc. cutting and folding. piles and piles and piles and hegel.
what a time we had.
two shoots: one for a project and one for myself. both were fun.two claires: one who sent me to a room full of birds, the other who pretended she was someone else for a while. both whom i appreciate.
some working and reading and going to the rom (for the first time since i was in grade six), a weekend of people breaking it off and the planet earth.
and oh, by the way, do you have an aquarium i could borrow?
white silhouette of a girl, described by the shadows of passing birds.
a good sport in his kitchen. 26 november 2007.
the light in august
a peek at the things i am working on
this means you're invited, i just didn't have enough stamps. also, it was high time i found another dunlop for posting (joe being represented by a barset). more going on, but who has the time anymore?thursday thursday thursday.
claire looks for a house
we found one. i live there now, though not with claire. but her brother is here.something of a blurred week past: teeth that used to be mine, mice that are far, far warmer than they should be, landlords i'd rather not talk to, and bread from near the church where the angels fell.
coming soon: postcards for my upcoming show with kimon kaketsis.
www.ryersongallery.ca/home.html
everyone is invited.
happy birthday, little brother
for fixing the bike, all the last minute photo-shoots, and always getting the inside jokes; the gratitude of your eldest sister.
now we are six
once, when we could run barefoot to one another's house, she tried to show me how to climb on top of the monkey-bars. i was too short to reach. she sat up there for years.
a soldier's song
the lovely barbara dunlop who agreed, after ireland fell, to sit and turn and lean and lean.in other news, amy elkins, of the photoblog wan.der.lust.ag.ra.phy, saw fit to include one of my images in her latest collection regarding portraiture. it's a great blog, and you should spend an hour looking through it. no less than a full hour. (who knows where you will end up?)
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