I recently purchased these masks through a shop on Etsy. The artist does incredible work and she's a pleasure to do business with. I would think it could be a little unsettling sending your creations off to strangers having no idea of what will become of them.
I hope I did her art justice.
You can check out her shop HERE.
I just recently completed Carolyn Mara Borlenghi's The Unapologetic Artist class at The DEFINE School. It was amazing.
Below you will find my project on {Fears} that I created during the course of the class.
Fears. They forebode an uncontrollable feeling of danger and threat whether it be true or not to so many. This project has given me an opportunity to express and work through many of my everyday fears. The fear each image represents was present during the process of each self portrait taken in this series. I feel my art is very deep and personal to me. I find myself drawn to the darker side in photography. Through the use of deep shadows and light in my black and white images I aim to convey a variety of emotions. We all have fears. I believe by viewing and connecting with the fears of others one can begin to face the fears deep within themselves.
Spiders
Bees
Being Seen
Invisible
Alone
Falling
Water
Death
The Unknown
The Chase
Myself
Heartbreak
“The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés
“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés
“You are like nobody since I love you.”
― Pablo Neruda
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Volume 12 of Life {Unscripted} is here just in time for me to share
some of my trip to Tennessee to visit family.
Here's a small sample of the many images I took a couple of weeks ago.
I miss everyone already.
Crystal Raynard Photography is up next and she
has such a way with capturing {Unscripted} moments.
I do hope you'll check her out!
I loved finding out that my double exposure image, {Eyes}, of my daughter Linhsey was nominated in the first half of the 2015 BW Child Photo Competition in the Conceptual and Photo Manipulation Category.
I see so many others whom I admire and respect that have made it into this competition, and I couldn't be happier for them. I think we all have an understanding of what goes into this craft.
It's a rollercoaster ride of emotions,
but I wouldn't want it any other way.
They are accepting entries for the second half of the competition now.
Go enter!
I sometimes wonder what was a dream and what was real. Or did my mind take pieces of both and mesh them together to make a whole other truth? Sometimes I can feel a dream more than a memory...
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
― C.G. Jung
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odours. Flow forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my dreams! ~Heinrich Heine, "The Hartz Journey" (1824)
Come fly with me
False hopes and Peter Pan dreams
Never to return.
Believe.
“You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.”
― Haruki Murakami
It possesses me
This deep hunger for darkness
Wields me to create.
I am part of a group of photographers who are working on a Self Portrait Project.
February's theme is
{Hunger}.
The series of submissions can be found HERE
These dreams, they haunt me.
Lingering throughout each day.
A part of me now.
All that's left of me,
Can you see right through me now?
Shadows of my ghost.
Holding onto words
Even the ones unspoken
Etched into my soul.
Remember that time?
Like a distant memory.
Faded but still there. ~ SC
