Wednesday, February 7, 2018
So, this was a super fun composite photo I did of my daughter for Valentine's Day. I actually had a different photo in mind, and even bought the stock background for it, but decided to go with some stock that I already had and I love how it turned out. I wanted it to be magical, pink (which is my favorite color) and something she can always have to remember her childhood. I hope that one day, when my daughter looks back on these photos, and shows her children, they will be like "Mom, were you in a field with an elephant?" I'm so glad that all my children will have these types of photos (and then some) to treasure for the rest of their life. Nothing makes me happier then creating these one-of-a-kind pieces for them. Here are a few snapshots of the post work with the finished photo :)
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
In some ways I've touched on this subject in my blog "The Deep End," but I'm kinda in a series with my photos right now that are about loneliness, letting go and so on. These two photos go hand in hand. With this particular photo I created of myself, I wanted to express the pain of letting go--letting go of the pain, letting go of people that no longer belong in your life, and being free. I can also say (for me) it's about change.
So, first I'll dive into the letting go part. I've held onto a lot of pain these last few years, and I can be honest and say I haven't let it all go (some hurts worse than others) and I'm not sure if I ever will, but I do hope in time that I can. Sometimes people don't understand what you are going through (cause they've never been through it) so it's hard for them to put themselves in your shoes. I do have certain people in my life that are there for me and understand and that I'm able to talk to openly about problems. These people aren't related to me but they're special to me. It's crazy how friends can be more loyal and open minded then your own family. It's sad in a way, because some family members want to destroy your relationships, think you have something to hide, and just plain out don't respect your wishes as a parent or wife/husband. This is where the letting go part comes in. Get rid of them. If they are not doing you good in your life, then don't let them in. Don't keep opening a door for them to keep mistreating you and disrespecting you. Let go!
So, with change, it can be letting go of people close to you, but for me change is scary. I would like to say I'm adventurous, but in reality, I'm terrified of change. Change could be letting people go, a new job, a big move--anything that scares you. Sometimes we have to let go and and see where things fall. If it's meant to be, then it will be. If it's not, then it's not. If people are meant to be in your life, then they will find a way to be. I hope writing about my photos helps you understand why I create the images I do, and I hope it helps you for whatever you might be going through :)
Monday, January 22, 2018
Almost twelve years ago, my life changed forever. I used to feel beautiful, was able to form a complete smile, and life couldn't have been better. Then I woke up one morning with my right ear hurting. I took some Tylenol and thought it would go away. The pain was horrible; I would've rather given birth over and over again than to feel what I was feeling at the time. I could feel a bump forming in my ear, and eventually made a doctor's appointment. It's there I found out I had shingles, and it was in my ear. Now, most people (from what I've heard) get it on their rib cages and places like that. Well, not me. The next morning I woke up to the right side of my face feeling numb. I called the doctor and told him I couldn't feel that side of my face anymore. I went back to the doctor and that's when he told me the shingles had severed my seventh nerve and I had Bell's Palsy. I'd never heard of that before, so of course it freaked me out. The doctor told me that I should be fine and everything should be back to normal in 8-10 weeks. Well, those 8-10 weeks came and went and I still had Bell's Palsy. I called him and he said I guess you're in that one percentile that will remain like this. He never offered any kind of treatment for me, and I feel like if he did (because I had no idea), maybe, just maybe we could have fixed me. As a woman, this is devastating; we are judged based on our looks, hair, makeup, clothes, and our general outside appearance. To me, that all went away twelve years ago. I know it's what counts on the inside and not the outside, but that doesn't stop you from not feeling pretty anymore, not worthy, and feeling like people just stare at you. I hope one day I can find peace with this, but I still look at old photos and wonder how do you go from looking and smiling one day to the next day looking totally different...
I'm posting a before photo of me, and the fine art photo I created to show you how I feel when I look into a mirror.