When the days become weeks without my noticing, it’s time to slow down.When I’m so busy doing rather than being, its time to take a breath.Imagining a silent hill top where I can stand tall, stretch my arms to the sky and listen to the whispers in the wind will settle me.Rather than wandering to find my place, I created my own from a black and white photo and a scan of a citrasolved magazine page. This will do until the real one magically appears.
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I started to name this image Dancing By the Light of the Moon because it felt free and magical. When I created this photograph, I used difference as one of my layer modes. The result was unplanned and I liked it immediately. If you walked along the riverside, you’d expect the image and its reflection to be the same colors.Experience teaches that one would reproduce the other, just like in the mirror. Of course you have to wonder if our reflection is always just what we expect to see? Do we really look different than what we see in the mirror ? Perhaps our image to others is brighter and bolder than we think. What a welcome surprise!
It’s so quiet that you hear the gentle lap of the waves against a dock and the chirp of stubborn crickets. Standing in the dark, in an unfamiliar place, your senses strain to take in all the details. Cool air roses your cheeks and wet sand cakes on your feet. As the first glimmers of light stain the sky, you stand so still, almost afraid that any subtle movement will stop the transformation. Alone as the sun begins to rise, you almost feel like the only person in the world and that the show is for you, an audience of one. As the sun climbs higher, you see evidence of all the lives that have touched this place and a sense of kinship in witnessing this beginning grows. How many have felt the same awe and sense of possibility as watercolor hues grow stronger, when the first beams of sunlight wash away the shadows and warm your face. Receiving this gift as freely as it appears and creating something from its inspiration can be our gift in return.
I honestly admit that I am not a Dickens scholar, hardly a Dickens reader. Although I do confess to being one of the only people I know who liked A Tale of Two Cities when we read it in high school. This photo is a result of happenstance more than planning.I should claim to have known exactly how it would turn out, but I didn’t. Merging a photo of a Dickens collection and a photo of a doll’s face from an antique shop, together with a variety of blending modes produced Little Dorrit. Through trial and error I did learn a technique by which I can repeat the process.I’m anxious to hear what you think of the photo.
Quiet places for reflection become more difficult to find. This riverbank was bathed in early morning light that silhouetted the trees. A cold morning,(even here in Memphis), mist rose from the water.Several stray geese and me. Perfect! To make the moment portable I used my camera . I could carry that quiet morning and breathe.
The background was just that, the back of a canvas that paint had seeped through to create a new pattern. Scanning the back and overlaying it with morning gave the photo texture and dimension. The process is simple and now I could touch that morning.