In the meantime, This January tableau on my mantel set my color palette for this wintry collection. I think the white cottony looking stuff --I can't stop looking at it-it's full of small seeds and it keeps falling apart and clinging to the cats---is actually what happens to Rose of Sharon in the winter, when it's confused and thinks it's Spring and then realizes, "No, it's winter for real".
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Still Life
I'm thinking about how to shoot my Fall 2007 pictures. I'm way behind schedule on that adventure. This newest of the new collections ( I just got back from the metal studio and working on it) is based on my childhood ideas of Bonnie and Clyde. These are pieces I'd like to see a modern day Bonnie Parker wear for when she's on the lamb but more on that later. I have some big ideas for the shoot which I won't be able to make happen--this involves an old rusted out jalopy, wolves and suitcases full of money in a snowy forest. Then I have my back-up small ideas, set-ups involving old coins on a wooden table, an old style leather satchel, bonbons hanging over the side-soft lens-rosy feel.
In the meantime, This January tableau on my mantel set my color palette for this wintry collection. I think the white cottony looking stuff --I can't stop looking at it-it's full of small seeds and it keeps falling apart and clinging to the cats---is actually what happens to Rose of Sharon in the winter, when it's confused and thinks it's Spring and then realizes, "No, it's winter for real".
And, non-sequiter, this is a close-up of the picture on the proper left. That's my mom and my uncle when they were little kids, somewhere in Germany.
And my father in the army. I swiped this one last time I visited them, so I haven't framed it yet!
In the meantime, This January tableau on my mantel set my color palette for this wintry collection. I think the white cottony looking stuff --I can't stop looking at it-it's full of small seeds and it keeps falling apart and clinging to the cats---is actually what happens to Rose of Sharon in the winter, when it's confused and thinks it's Spring and then realizes, "No, it's winter for real".
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