I went to new eye doctor that was closer to wear I live. This is her. I wanted to do a collage, but I liked the straight photo so much I didn’t go past it. I had to get new glasses by the end of 2007 for insurance purposes so I waited until New Years Eve day to go to the local eye doctor in my small town in Oklahoma. The whole staff was very nice and the doctor agreed to pose for me after we were all done. The light coming in through the office windows was fantastic and brought a beautiful glow to her skin and eyes.
The Dress shop clerk, happy and without guile. We have gone in the store a number of times on our visit to Del Mar, it is a resale shop with great clothes and great deals. We were looking for hats for the first day of the Del Mar Racetrack season, which we were going to attend just for fun! Didn’t find a hat there, but did find some great deals and a great Tommy Bahama shirt.
She had brilliant blue eyes and the bright San Diego sun was out in full force so I asked her to pose for me right outside her shop, which she was happy to do. I am not sure she was hot on my taking photos of her feet, probably worried I had a foot fetish or something (I don’t), but she allowed me to nonetheless.
I brought my 88 year old father into the Vietnamese Nail Salon to get his toenails trimmed. He can’t do them anymore and they get REALLY long before he says anything about them.
While I was waiting I noticed this woman getting her nails done. I was particularly drawn to her wide set eyes and asked her if I could take her photograph. I took some photos of her fingers and nails sitting on the towel waiting to be filed.
Later when I was doing the collage of her face photos I connected the finger photos and kept seeing them as little wings. I envisioned her wanting to fly from the Vietnamese Nail Salon to New York or Dallas, to BE somewhere, to fly to the top, to be seen gliding and flying and rolling across the sky.
I later came across her at the local Target where she is a co-worker of my daughter. She didn’t remember me taking the photos at all.
I did a photo shoot with her back in 2007 and witnessed what a vortex of activity and energy she created while she was modeling. I kept having a feeling of watching a human tornado. I took some photos around the house of objects, windows, etc. and put together this collage that really seemed to play off this idea.
Last in the series of Color Compositions taken in June, 2008 at the Cherry Street Farmer’s Market in Tulsa, OK. Next week it’s all about the USA!
I like this one a lot due to the bag being right down the middle of the image. I have been working on a REALLY old laptop since January 08 and I have been doing the color based on that monitor. Now I am on my new computer and I realize how many of my images are oversaturated. But in this case I think I like it!
3rd in a series on ‘night’. It was a very hot and humid night and I loved that she had that sheen or glow of heat on her. I also loved the blue/red compositional element of the door and wall behind her.
I like this one because of the simplicity of the statement that I allowed to show through combined with the scary tribal type face image. But I also love it because of personal reasons, the woman is my ex-sister-in-law and she was the model who would be enthusiastic about most anything I would suggest to do, including getting her face painted as seen here. Also the background is a very memorable image from my ex-wife’s house. The blinds would make a beautiful pattern with the sunlight in the late afternoon and there was a hanging stained glass piece in the window that would cast it’s color with the blinds straight lines.
I had gone down to Oklahoma City from my home in Tulsa (about 100 miles) to drop off my presentation for the upcoming Photoslam event. I decided to take the day and check out some galleries down that way, something I really hadn’t done before.
When I entered the ‘Untitled’ [art space] gallery this woman was at the door greeting people, explaining the current show, etc. She was very helpful about explaining how the show came about (it was a year end showing of multiple grant recipients’ work).
We got to talking about me being an artist since I had my camera with me, and I asked her if she was as well. She turned out to be an art historian in training, going to college.
The gallery was somewhat dark, but there were large windows in the front that let in great ambient light. Her eyes, as is obvious, were brilliant blue. I told her about my reason for being in OKC, and explained the ‘truth’ project I would present at the show. I asked her if she would be willing to pose for a collage from the truth series as well and she thought it would be a cool idea.
One of the artists in the gallery had large constructions. One of the constructions had a shredder attached to it that was churning out shredded paper very slowly. Photos of that, with photos of her were the perfect combination for what I learned about her as we talked; her life, doubts, fears, wonderings, etc.
My daughters’ threw a party at our house back in 2002 on the last day of school. One of their friends had her whole arm tattooed. I saw her sitting in this chair and next to her I could see the same colors from her tattoo reflected subtlely in the wall beside her.
