Playing around with a mystical scarf and some different settings on the camera. And, then editing the hell out of the images, of course. Edited to look interesting, but certainly not for vanity. This widow’s veil adds ten years to my face at least!
When I saw this photo of my hallway rug with a tiny island of light I had the idea to place a child in the island, playing in the light. This 1910s Kodak advertisement worked well for that, although the effect is not as stark as I originally thought of. The child seems so sad, though, doesn’t he?
These are cards that haven’t been assigned to anyone yet. Someone’s going to get lucky.
That last one is kind of a summary of the nights of my childhood: looking through the picture window unable to sleep, thinking that shapes and trolls were coming out of the trees. You know, normal kid stuff.
These objects literally falling apart.
Once held dear and close by various women, their names almost entirely gone.
Their handiwork now forgotten, disused.
As good as buried.
I cannot save every story or even every object. This makes me sad, but also gives me a reason to produce art. If your grandmother or sister or friend makes you something, please keep it and keep it safe, for women’s work and women’s objects will be thrown out with the trash and are often not marked. What are we worth? Who are these women? How long did it take them to make a beaded bag or a night gown?
So I found a dead moth on the steps of my building and I had to take pictures. Maybe other people could walk away from it, but it was nearly complete.
I shot many of them with the sepia filter on the Canon PowerShot S110, which is really a good little camera. I love the detail of the moth fur in the first image!