Be unseen.
Thanks to Borj Meneses’ article “Real Life Portrait” on I-MAG Photography for sharing his idea and follow throughs, that’s why I’m able to do this one.
I thought I’d share these beautiful drawings done in ballpoint pen by artist Sarah Esteje that I found on Stumble.
“lonewolf”
vincent griffin collab www.landandshape.com/
Gaudy
Tomorrow:
I’ll be at booth D2-D4 with Alexander Martin, Maxi Quy, Nick Blazey and Henry Christian-Slane.
Come say hello, I have stuff to sell and zines to give out.
Ghost Photography II: The Helpless Photographer
It began as a sound, like water in clogged pipes. Lurching, wrenching, awful noises that seemed to come from nowhere. As it became more constant and followed her more diligently, the visions began. Dark forms in the corner of her eye late at night, then in the evening, then in the afternoon — then all the time. Figures began to take shape — all haunting eyes and creeping fingers. They followed her constantly.
They knew what she wanted, and they would not let her have it. Death, a constant plea in the back of her mind, was the only thing that followed her more closely than they. They resented her for wanting it, reached out for her and tried to prevent, but they only drove her closer to the edge.
Wordlessly, they told her their stories — lost souls brought to an early demise, their honor stolen from them by clever murderers. It is one thing to be killed, but to be denied justice and the satisfaction of seeing the guilty party pay? They had to remain in the twilight state of neither here nor there, to hide in the veil between the living and the dead, because neither woulds could have them.
Angrily they pursued her during her every waking moment, and only in her slumber did she feel safe, did she forget what horrors awaited her when she awoke. The burden of her visitations quickly became too great, and so she began to document what she saw.
When black, liquid hate poured from the closet, she would mutely lift the camera and peer through the plastic viewfinder to find hostile red eyes leering back at her. Click. Remembered. All day long she kept her camera with her, filling the roll with her usual fare of tormentors.
When, at last, she had taken her final photo, when she put down the camera, the specter that had been just there was gone.
And it was silent.
90 photos merged into one image. I found this timelapse with some interesting cloud action while digging through old photos. It’s really neat to see the clouds move like that, I think it’s the only time I’ve captured it on “film” Check out the timelapse video! www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4ij9wAG1BU
Cages, the new series from self-taught Canadian artist Sandra Chevrier, is about the never-ending struggle with conventions, society and expectations. Women all over the world have to face society´s twisted and artificially created preconceptions of being beautiful and perfect. Chevrier’s approach is to make this inner struggle visible and perceivable. By using heavy textures of paint, her women seem to liberate themselves from the two-dimensionality of the canvas, stepping into the real world and shifting from imagination to reality by freeing their minds.
