Friday, October 30, 2020
Sunday, October 11, 2020
In July of 1987, I delivered a baby girl. She was my first child, another daughter, Teal, came three years later. Now that first baby is having her own baby, due any day, already a few days past his due date. I think back to that day, 33 years ago, and think what a huge seismic shift that baby made to my life. Everything changed and was never the same again. She was born before we had computers, or cell phones, before we had email or social media, before we worried over climate change or politics gone terribly awry. But mostly, she changed the way I saw the world, moving from the center of it, off to the side, where the baby, and later her sister would seat themselves, front and center. I learned from my baby how to be a good parent, because I had to be, and I learned from watching my husband, what a good father was, because I hadn't had that in my life. I learned from those babies what unconditional love meant because I hadn't known that either. I'm not sure what changes being a grandmother will bring for me, but I know that, for my daughter, her new baby will make her life richer and fuller beyond all imagining.
Sunday, September 27, 2020
This past month Deborah Klochko, the director of the Museum of Photograpic Arts(MOPA)in San Diego, did a Zoom interview with me for their series, "Winescapes", a series of interviews with people involved in the world of photography, either as artists, curators, or collectors. It's just under an hour, and it was a delightful interview for me, with Deborah taking me back to the early days of my career up until the present. Her questions were thoughtful, insightful, and fun and we illustrated each time period with images along with pictures of my studio. If you have the time, grab a snack and a drink and settle in and give it a watch. And if you have more time and love photography, there are 8 more interviews to give you a better understanding of the contemporary world of photography.
Monday, August 31, 2020
Candela Gallery is going to go ahead with my show with them, Primitive Visions, and there will be a real opening, although, of course, I won't be there(they plan on publishing a small catalog of work in the show as a way to reach out to people). We got our work back from the Hospital a few weeks ago, and Etherton Gallery has extended our exhibit into the fall--TBA. So things are limping along, but in a brave, who knows what the heck is going to happen sort of way. One the one hand I feel badly, but on the other, I know that this is just the price we are all having to pay for the strange calamity that has befallen the world--and of course knowing that it could have been so much worse.
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
It's a harsh, contentious, post covid world. I've been called a bigot and a racist by strangers for seemingly non bigot and non racist events. I've gotten into strange tussles with close friends, which all seem to spring from some sort of twisted covid related issue. When I'm out in public, I'm always looking for the "Karen" in the crowd, the person wearing their mask around their chin, or not wearing one at all. When I see that person, I'm outraged(although I never say anything). And that doesn't come anywhere near approaching what is happening on a national level. Most of us, our screens in front of us, watch in horror as we see people attack each other and burn and loot buildings, while deadly shootings seem to be the order of the day. These cottontail rabbits, that I see on a daily basis, seemingly so harmless and gentle, but, like us, there's most probably trouble brewing under those big eyes and that fluffy fur.