It’s time! I’ve been working hard for the last few weeks making and matting prints for the Harvest Arts Festival!
I hope there’s a good turnout. And even moreso, I hope everyone likes what I’ve got to show!
I’ll be reporting tomorrow night and check my twitter for updates tomorrow!
I didn’t want to say anything earlier, because I’m superstitious in that if I mention something that I’m trying to do/enter/win, it doesn’t happen.
I’m sticking with that theory because I just got a letter saying that I’ll be one of the artists with a space at the 2011 Harvest Arts Festival held by the Newark Arts Alliance. Hooray!!
Here are the details:
Date: October 15 (Raindate: Oct. 16)
Time: 11 am – 4 pm
Place: Academy Building Lawn (downtown Newark, DE)
Aaaand here’s what a glimpse at what I’ll be showing/selling. =)
You should stop by and come see me!
Dear Borders,
I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t close. You’re doing business phenomenally and I’m going to be back for more.
I think if you continue to sell at prices like this, I think that people would even forgo electronic book-type things!
Anyhoo, I went back today and one of my finds was a glorious photo book called Haunted Houses by Corinne May Botz. I’m pretty excited to look through it.
The front flap reads: ”
“When I was between the ages of five and eight, my sister and I slept in a large attic bedroom. At nightfall the room was filled with gypsies who glided around in clusters. They wore colorful thin flowing dresses and rummaged greedily through my drawers and books as if they would steal everything. I lay in bed as stiff as a board, trying to will myself invisible, praying they would not notice me looking . . . Daylight obliterated the gypsies, rendering them as thoroughly insubstantial as they had been real in the dark. I had a vague understanding that my vision was private, so I never told my family what I saw.”
So began Corinne May Botz’s fascination with the invisible, a phenomenon that has profoundly influenced her approach to photography in style and subject matter. For more than ten years, she searched for ghost stories in buildings across the United States. She ventured into these haunted places with both camera and tape recorder in hand; her photographs, accompanied by first-person narratives, reveal a rare glimpse into American interiors, both physical and psychological.”
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This is what I want to do. I’m really stoked to dig into this!
I dreamt of I died last night. Poison was the culprit. But it was accidental poisoning – and definitely because of my own carelessness. Yep. I dreamt that I was poisoned multiple times and someone wasn’t even trying to kill me.
Instead, I was trying to make gum bichromate prints without any precautions. The chemicals involved are pretty risky (and of course I wasn’t even using rubber gloves). Chalk 4 dream deaths up to me not paying attention. Luckily, in my conscious state, I’ll be much more careful not to kill myself, Sean or Meow when I start making prints.
Now for some inspiration!
Une Balleteuse. 1900. Robert Demachy (French, 1859–1936) Gum bichromate print
After the rain. Gum bichromate print. By: Alessandro Iazeolla
Two Ladies in Formal Wedding Dress, 1906, Gertrude Käsebier, 1852–1934
Cupidos, Jalo Porkkala, 2009
The Other Side, Peter Liepke
