We Meet

•July 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

since meeting mr cowboy

i have observed some photography

other than my nude work

that i think is symbolic

or at least gestural

or suggestive

about where i am in my life.

to replay the whole story a bit:

i was divorced in 2007

the demise of that marriage

began in 2005.

we were together ten years.

my confidence re: dating was nill.

prior i was with and married to the father of my kids.

eighteen years.

sometimes when i think of it as twenty eight years all told.

i think – wow, that is a lot of years wasted.

not that those years didn’t have their positives.

they did.

once my second marriage ended

my life was pretty complicated.

still had children at home.

i emotionally spiralled.

lost some time.

lost some soul.

definitely lost me.

in 2009 i relocated.

some not so good things about that move

and some good things.

the good included the purchase of this home

the space and place, the four walls and windows of which all of you know so well.

There was one pervasive bad.

i began collecting dating stories.

forward to the fall of 2013.

my mr cowboy.

our first meet

was spontaneous.

a phone call,  our 3rd call perhaps?

turned into

are you free this evening?

it was a few days before my birthday

my birthday was supposed to be our first date.

images.

solo pear.

pending pair.

dual chairs.

one empty.

by design ?

not sure

but to me

when i saw it

after taking it

i thought

hmmmmm.

i felt like i was setting a stage.

come sit with me.

i already had an immediate phone like with this guy

i loved how he first reached out to me

he actually read my online dating profile.

i was really excited to meet him.

i felt pretty and sexy

even with the holy shit

throw something on

brush my hair

and GO.

i had like 20 minutes to do that and get there.

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Still Here

•July 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment

a brief comment about my time away these last weeks.

when one combines a summer holiday and an artist residency.

well.

time flies by.

at my residency it was their busiest season

my days were super full creatively.

and they were intoxicating.

as my very last residency,

i had some wondering and emotion around

it being my last.

things like:

not wanting it to end.

wondering what i might look forward to now artistically.

wondering how will my work be utilized

wondering how a complete residency adds to my resume

anticipating missing the people and dogs I fell in love with

( yes, i fell in love w/ a dog)

there were times i cried with all of me thinking about the intensity of this experience

i came home to multiple dramas

many of which had me feel an overwhelm that i haven’t experienced for some while.

sigh.

ugh.

and

more.

just wanted you to know that i am still here.

and.

quite of you DID stop by while i was away.

that’s very very cool.

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Said Biceps

•July 7, 2014 • Leave a Comment

of the two said bicep attempts here, the first shot is my fav.

all told it really still is the story of “what bicep?”

right??

there was loads of traffic that stopped by over the weekend

not the usual here

especially over a summer holiday weekend.

so.

thanks!!!

my weekend was good. long, languid, lots going on, plenty of kisses. and unplugged.

which i like actually!!

i am now leaving for several weeks

my LAST artist residency.

the top image

is my way of symbolically trying on

being a couple

w/ mr cowboy.

something about this lamp fixture

two becoming one.

holding hands somehow.

it’s been a common image i’ve captured since we started dating.

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That Mane

•July 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment

in trying to capture said biceps

we found that mane instead.

traffic is quiet here at the blog.

perhaps its summer mode.

folks doing summer things.

summer vacations.

and long weekends.

and road trips.

sounds like the way to go to me.

see you in a few weeks!!

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Biceps Continued

•June 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

… as the bicep set continues.

i realize that this anonymously new gal is a bit all over the place lately,  at least that is what it feels like over here.

the real story is what bicep?

partly because amusingly it was a challenge to use the timer and get the right parts into the image frame. and other part because i have like no distinction to my arm per say.

remind me please to clip all tags from said bras.

i did tell you this bra is ill fitting, yes?

desperately needing new.

there is a website i just found for inexpensive lingerie…just saying.

( made ya click didn’t i??)

 

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Brown Eyes

•June 27, 2014 • Leave a Comment

so many of you stopping by these recent days.

gosh.

thanks ever so.

did i tell you

i am taking care of mr cowboy’s dog this week?

she’s a goof.

not very bright.

big dopey dark brown eyes

70 lbs of  very german shepard-ness

she’s blowing coat.

that’s code for

dog. hair. everywhere.

she needs to be really near me

she talks in her sleep

she gives gentle dog kisses

yes i have photographed her paws.

up close.

i walk her more than i walk me.

 

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What Biceps?

•June 24, 2014 • 2 Comments

someone emailed me last summer requesting that i take images of my biceps.

never heard from the guy again.

and while it’s not like me to take requests

i did completely amuse myself

trying to capture said biceps.

i had just moved the green chair

and had all this so called studio space

the camera was on a stool that was on a chair

and as hard as i tried

i captured everything but my bicep.

ha!!

in great AN fashion

i got arty.

those rainbow rays are so cool.

i of course found myself noticing the tag on my bra.

the fact that my bra is rather ill fitting.

mine all are actually.

ugh.

i noticed that there really isn’t much distinction to my arms

except perhaps for the hair in the pits!

the only time i have ever had upper body strength

was after birthing my son.

at that time i could haul him plus my groceries up 5 flights of stairs

without breaking a sweat or losing my breath.

i had great thighs, and huge nursing breasts

( did i just say that?)

i digress.

actually i wish with all of me that i had a camera and had taken self portraiture during those pregnant years. it would have been beautiful to capture.

28 yrs ago.

geeesh.

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