My son picked a camellia flower out of the garden the other day. He had noticed that I was a bit down recovering from campaigning on the local school bond race and though I'd just enjoy taking a picture of this quite beautiful flower. I'm not sure this ended up being what he originally had in mind.
Art represents life and it couldn't be truer than in this image. It represents the plethora of feelings and emotions whirling in my head this week. I feel a bit shattered and bloodied and after pouring all my effort so far in 2018 into fighting for our kids I'm also ready to emerge from the constraints that have encased my creative outputs.
As usual, I'm prone to be drawn towards abstraction and nothing makes me happier than when someone responds to my photographic work and says "It looks like a painting." Indeed one of the things that excites me about this series is that it has a depth to it that I often find lacking in photographs. I have such a visceral reaction to this piece making me feel trapped and the juxtaposition of organic forms meeting the harsh angularness of ice plays off each other well. I adjusted the hue a bit, pushing it more towards a pink tonality. Originally, it was much closer to a blood red color which felt a little too extreme and it lacked the sense of depth I wanted. This made the organic elements feel softer or more bruised and took some of the violence out of it.
Until next time,
Little brother do you hear me?
Have a heart oh come get near me.
Misery is not my friend
But I'll break before I'll bend.
Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Power of Equality