I’ve started messing around with ink again but this time I get to combine it with photography. For a while now, I’ve been wondering how to incorporate painting in with my camera work and I think I’ve stumbled upon something.
I’ve been looking for a detour from my usual street photography and wanted to do something more abstract. After doing some research on new projects to take on, I started to experiment with dropping colored ink (leftover from my inkblots) into water and photographing them with a new macro lens that I got last week.
The results are wondrous! Watching the ink hit the water and billow out into beautiful swirling clouds is hypnotic and relaxing. It reminds me of when I used to dip my paintbrushes in water when I would do watercolor and watching the pigment leach into the water. I used to stare at it thinking about how beautiful and graceful the patterns of paint looked as they slowly unfurled.
Here, I was doing something quite similar but I also played around with the lighting to give the imagery an other-worldly feel. I’m still getting the hang of technique and coordinating my shots but it’s such an enjoyable work in progress.
My boyfriend and I attempted to see the Femi Kuti concert at Central Park’s Summerstage but we ended up getting shut out because the concert was completely packed and they weren’t letting anyone in. I was totally bummed but I turned around and saw this adorable chocolate-skinned cutie chasing her young brother around while her parents danced and sang to the music from the concert. I couldn’t get over how beautiful and precious she looked; she was full of energy and exuberance and like any young girl, could not stand still for very long. Lucky for me, I did manage to capture her when she did take a minute to stop, look around her, and then like a bolt, she was off again.
Within the past few weeks, I’ve been experimenting with my photography in the areas of deconstructing images and then rebuilding them into something new. I’ve been having so much fun with it because it really does feel like abstract painting with a camera. It also forces me to really focus on my environment and re-invent everyday objects and imagery that I encounter. It’s amazing how something so ordinary can be transformed into something beautiful and new.
Starting with this “4sale” sign that I spotted outside of Banana Republic in Midtown Manhattan.
After splicing and duplicating the letters and symmetry of the sign, I blended the image so that it became this:
Doing these is soooo much fun and highly addicting. Additionally it probably makes people wonder what the hell i’m photographing random stuff for. I like to think of it as an exercise in learning how to see the beauty in the simple things.
I wish I could say it was because of an art-related project, but instead I am doing the day job grind. I’ve read articles that say that you should downplay the fact that you have a day job if you’re an artist but I think that’s such crap. Having a day job to keep a roof over your head and food on our table doesn’t diminish who you are artistically. There are times when it doesn’t allow you to create as often as you like but it doesn’t, in my opinion, make you less of an artist.
Anyway, I will be back to post more soon and share more creative projects. In the meantime, I thought I’d share a pic that I took to cheer me up. I bought some dahlias to brighten up my work space/studio (at least I get to work remotely for one of my day job contract gigs) and thought I’d have a little fun with it.
Oh, how I love my abstractions! It’s always wondrously amazing and fun how a shot taken with a camera can produce an effect that mimics an abstract painting or phenomena from outer space. In this case, this close-up of the bottom of a cooking pan under the right light looks like an angry red planet. I did a little toying around with some of Stevie’s photo-editing programs and enhanced the second image so it looks even more stellar.I was pretty happy with the dramatic effect.
This is what I love about New York; the diversity. Where else would you see three people, from such different backgrounds, seated so closely together on a train that rushes its way through the tunnels of the city? When you live here long enough, it’s easy to take the melting pot for granted until you travel elsewhere. When I go back to my quasi-home state of Michigan (I say quasi because I really was born in New York and subsequently moved around the country, but most of my family is in Michigan and I lived there for a good chunk of my life), I often go into culture shock because of the lack of diversity. It takes me a while to readjust to constantly hearing English every where I go (coupled with the unmistakable Michigan twang) and being limited to chain restaurants for eating out.
When I took this picture, I couldn’t help but notice the common thread of red that the three riders wore. To me, it felt like the binding tie amongst them.