Friday, November 30, 2012

Proofing my Sheldon prints at Allied!

What a great Friday! I was greeted as I pulled up at the schoolhouse by one of my favorite campus talents, Mr. Dan Porter. I got a lovely walk in over to the FAB Gallery with Brian Alich where I voted on the student exhibition awards. Then off to Allied Photocolor in the gorgeous weather. Proofed out my prints for the show (opens feb 22). With Olivia, the Sheldon Gallery Director and intern Ryan's help we solved the presentation choices for the work. And then I got my hardrive back (very valuable little guy) as well as 2 free tickets to the Pokey LaFarge & Ryan Spearman duo tonight at the Sheldon. Fabulous seats I might add and always wonderful to see my dear friends makin' music. Now it is time for some sunshine and afternoon cocktails on the back porch with my pups while my little one is with her Paupau. Sigh! Then on to Taste for dinner. The good life, has taught me all I know...;)

Monday, November 19, 2012

Teaching America's Youth how to install a group exhibition

The Fall Student Exhibition is open for display. Please bring your students over to see the show and encourage them to bring friends and family! There is a surprisingly small amount of work compared to past fall exhibitions, but it is all quality work.

Rethinking the way you learn...

Please watch this...  it is fascinating...  and true...!!!

RSA - RSA Animate - Changing Paradigms

Sunday, November 11, 2012

In honor of those who have served...

In order to give voice to the stories around me, I make photographs. One of my great loves is making portraits, giving voice to individuals, places, and life experience through visual stories. In honor of those who have or are currently serving our country, I will be collecting portraits to share and maybe with some luck, later to show publicly, tomorrow 11/12.  From 10am until 2pm, in SCC's College Center gymnasium, I will be set up with my portable studio and student assistants to make photographs of Veterans and military service members.  I intend to lend my skills as an artist, to add light, and awareness to those that have served their fellow man and whom deserve recognition, respect, gratitude, and beyond all else, our service in return. All past and present service members are welcome to participate.

Model releases will be provided and required for anyone interested in participating. Anyone who is willing to sit for my camera and sign my release will receive a digital file of their portrait. If participants would like to share their story in the written word in return, it would be a most welcome reply to my email/letter (although totally optional and not required).

A few semesters ago I had my first really up-close encounter with young veterans. Young folks that could have easily been my friends, or my husband, or my siblings. One of them had such immobilizing PTSD, substance abuse issues, and paranoia that he proceeded to misconstrue everything my previously innocuous intro to photography class could possibly ever be about. Although sadly, he was potentially a risk to my safety and the safety of my students, his story was one of opportunity and was ultimately epiphanic for me. It was here that I began to truly awakened to the residual emotional, physical, and social effects, if only at the surface level, of what our loyal service members might be facing on our behalves. My inability to fully understand or provide mechanisms for catharsis or growth in this situation with this individual was deeply disturbing and equally heart-inspiring.

During that same class I became fast friends with another student who also was a young veteran. He had recently returned from his own tours of service. He shared with me many thoughts especially in light of this classmate's aforementioned meltdown. Without his discussions I might have otherwise not had the tools to understand what had happened and what was so pervasive all around me. He shared with me in words, and in images, his humanity and his compassion. As seasons change so does the face of PTSD,  and that spring, after he had left my class, he had a particularly uneasy time. Dealing with the fast-forward and rewind of the human mind as it auto-pilots it's way through the lives that we inhabit and consume is a merciless process, particularly so when life & death holds us as visual,visceral hostages. We talked, and he talked, and I listened, and he talked some more--that was all I knew to do. We had a weekly pattern of discussions some more casual and some much more delicate. One morning he arrived at my office and he told me to hold out my hand. Curiously, and somewhat anxiously, I did. I had developed such a strong sense of respect for this person that I knew in my heart that this could only be a gesture of friendship. Into my hand he dropped the smoothest, most worn bullet I had ever set eyes on. It was the embodiment of all of the worries and the fears, the sorrows and the limitless capacity for the human mind to canabalize itself... And to the contrary it was the symbol of this bullet that with it  one might literally and metaphorically save oneself from torture or compromise, whatever form that might be. I didn't fully get it at the time, I probably will continue to make realizations as I grow in time, but as I reflect it all becomes so much more crystallized.

I am honored to put that bullet in a safe place so that my dear friend might someday see more light, less sadness, more love and gratitude, and less fear. May his heart, and those of other folks known and unknown, be just a little bit lighter and a little more open every moment of every day. May our compassion for one another and our humanity prevail, despite all else.

These portraits are in honor of you my friend.