This was the first time this young woman posed nude. I was quite happy to say that she felt comfortable and will be posing again, both clothed and nude. When she said she felt comfortable around me and I was professional, I knew I had done my job.
I have been a relatively busy boy, aside from my sofa spud nights. I s’pose it would prove fruitless to update all that has transpired in the last month or so. Here are the highlights;
- Going to Greece – specifically; Mykanos, Thira and Athens. We will be there for a little over a week.
- I have been able to shoot 3 models in the Alter Ego series; a wiccan (witch), a clown and a cat. Rough images will be posted here.
- Busy with freelance stuff, catalogue, digitizing large artworks….etc etc. I want to spend more time on the SpeeDee social media stuff.
- I have let the other blog for the HQ Prince George lapse into obscurity. Well, pretty much into oblivion. There are no posts to be had.
- I have a piece in the Ekphrasis show at the Groop Gallery
It is my hope that I can hook up with fellow bloggers while I trek around the Aegean. I believe it would be fun to sit by the sea, drink coffee and share stories.
Here are a few items I am working on. Be warned that these are rough images with the green screen still not keyed out.
I have decided it is time to do a photo essay book. The Alter Egos sessions have got me thinking. Why not?
Why not now?
I am sure this will be a hell of a journey. I may as well get it going while I have the space.
Why the hell not.
I will be offering up some teaser images from the book from time to time. Thus far, I have shot Krista, whose other self was that psychotic killer that
some many have inside us. Next week I will shoot Breanna and will offer a single tease image from that one. I have, so far, the psycho, the warrior woman, the happy girl, the bad girl, the addict/alky and I know there are many many more. So, if you are in PG and have a desire to explore your true other self, drop me a line.
Here is a glimpse of the first shoot
I have decided that some time off from my “real job” was in order. I needed time to re-energize. Was I feeling stressed? No. Was I feeling burnt out, overwhelmed, over worked or any of the multitude of negative things associated with a guy needing to take some time off? No no no and no. What I did need was time at home during the winter, time when I can actually step out and see a little sun light. Time away from fluorescent lights and humming of machines, ringing of phones, business emails and client demands. I needed a mini sabbatical. At first, a week. Then, I realized I have enough vacay pay to make it worth my while. So, I added the second week as well. The hustle and bustle of holiday time is NOT a restful time. People visiting, we visit others, parties, shopping, celebrations, dinners dances and all that social nonsense is enough to drive me back to work.
I have decided to do something fun. Each day, I will strive to be creative. I will do something each day that draws on my creative nature. It can be painting, like this one here, based on the image I shot while in Toronto last August. Here is the progression of that particular piece.
So far, so good. I have been able to write a blog post for work and a local media outlet, an interview with local artist Carol Whetter and her jump from part time to full time artist. I will be posting the link to that interview later on. Perhaps in my Weekly Photo Challenge post. I have also been more aware, I go through those phases that all artists do. The creative stagnation phase. It is a horrendous phase that seems to suck the life right out of me. I know in my spirit I want to create but I can’t seem to get my imagination going. I needed a kick start. This mini hiatus has done just that. When I walk into my studio, it is time to work. No messing about. I was inspired by Carol and the interview she gave. I also came across this bumper sticker from Northern Sun. I am, therefore, willing to challenge myself. To work. I do not wish to be some sort of flighty, half artist, pro wannabee. I am happy to say that, so far, I have been able to keep the creative juices flowing.
My eyes seem to have re-opened. I am “seeing” shit. Not in my old LSD laced visions of the past. I am able to see tings differently. I can look past the trees and see the forest. Speaking of trees, I shot this last night. I know I can do better. I have a few ideas on how I can make the moon a little less exposed and still not lose the detail in the tree or lose the stars altogether. I had posted it here and gotten some rave reviews. I am not so sure I would rave as much as some but it isn’t too bad a shot for an “on the fly in the bitter cold without a coat” kinda way.
I will keep creating. Whether I have a day job or not. I will create because it is fulfilling my primary purpose. Sometimes, I just need a reminder of why I am here.
We have a very creative household, the Muse and I. I paint, she bakes, I do my photography and she suggests awesome poses and ideas for shots, I write, she sews, I make videos and she crochets. Our grandson Huxley will be exposed to all those and more creative outlets. Why then did I give this post that particular title? Because, I had not anticipated the dogs getting involved in any artistic endeavours. Sure they make little brown sculptures and yea they do awesome woodworking with their teeth and yes, they even try their paws (mouths) at high fashion design by using existing mitts, socks, pants, underwear, panties…etc etc. I must say, they, especially Santana, are quite good at it. I was, however slightly surprised that they wanted to paint. That is correct. Paint. Firstly, while they made noises like they were playing, they or more likely, Santana, noticed that dad had left the cupboard open.
An enticing temptation to any artistic dog, to be sure.
Kat (my Muse) and I were just about, after a lovely day of craft fair surfing, to head out for our date night, when the transgression was discovered. A bottle of Golden, Sap Green was laying, punctured, on the carpet of the studio. (YES, YES, I have carpet in my studio. For the time being.) That wasn’t so bad, no green doggie lips or sick pooches.
And then Kat saw Saydee. Saydee with the green paws.
If you ask me, It looks like dogs really are colour blind. Why do I base the assertion on this episode? Of all the colours available. They (probably Santana) had to have picked not only green, but, probably the most horrendous shade of green that Golden makes. Not only did we have to wash her paws but when we got back, Kat began scrubbing the carpet. YES, again. I am a bad bad artist with carpet in the studio!
Here are the two culprits looking guilty and wanting to be helpful after all the trouble caused. I believe they know what they are doing. They are way to smart not to. Now I have a beautiful and creative muse AND some scheming, crazy, artistic pets.