These were all taken from behind my shower door. It created a cool texture and blurred my face for some of them. I added other textures too. I want to try this again with a model that is not myself. I could get more interesting angles that way.

I'm absolutely in love

with Joel-Peter Witkin's photography.
Well, at least most of it. Some of it is a little much even for me.
Looking at his work has given me inspiration, and I would like to try out the scratching of the negatives that he does. I will not ,however, use cadavers as subjects. I don't know how that was legal to do anywhere, even Mexico. He was a strange man.

stalemate.

So I've been losing interest in almost everything lately.
Sadly that includes photography which is why I haven't really posted anything in the past couple weeks or done my first assignment.
I also haven't done hardly any school work either.
All I want to do is sleep anymore.
I'm really going to go places in life.
hah.

Lateralus

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
Lets me see there is so much more and
Beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
To bathe in the fountain,
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to
Suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. Im reaching for the random or what ever will
Bewilder me.
What ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no ones been.
Well ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no ones been.
Spiral out. keep going.
Spiral out. keep going.
Spiral out. keep going.
Spiral out. keep going.
Spiral out. keep going.


I am absolutely in love with this song. The lyrics are amazing and moving and they inspire me. I really want to do a photo series based on these lyrics and I'm gonna try it eventually.

this song is called Lateralus by Tool ,if you did not know.

The Definition of

Good- too subjective to be defined. Something I think is "good" now may seem horrible the next day.


Art- Also far too subjective to be defined. Art can be found in anything and anywhere, and can mean a whole mess of things to different people.

Photo- A moment in time, an idea, a person or group of people. Something to be remembered, a message.


Me in Photo for the first semester- A learning experience. I did many portraits and played with different lighting. I also got very into digital and am now obesessed with texture layers.


My Assignment- I like to take pictures that will make people kind of stop and look at it, provoke them, such as horror photos with blood and other things of the sort. So my assignment is to take a roll of film of all things "disturbing". But school appropriate for the most part of course.

A Basement creature.

Is basically what I have been photography wise for the past couple of weeks.

And I feel extremely narcissistic for taking all these self portraits, but I have no models. So, someone model for me pleasee. I get my license (HOPEFULLY) on Friday, so the fact that I live an absurd distance from PFA won't matter anymore.
And I also realized that I took pictures of my other two cats but not Morey so I felt bad and took a picture with him. He's a cutie. :}

Sunday night boredom.

I've always wanted to take bloody pictures and tonight I finally got to it.




I'm far too obsessed with textures. And I just realized how beastly the editing made me look. oh well.