Showing posts with label photographs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photographs. Show all posts
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The Art of Freaking Out - again!
I'm sure I have used this heading already in my blog. I tend to freak out alot. The last load of work for my exhibition is at the framers. The reason I'm freaked is that there is so much more I want to put in - but I have to stop somewhere, I guess I'm having trouble letting go. I think I need to see everything together because in my head its not enough, doesn't go together, isn't good enough blah blah blah, the end is nigh and I'm freaking out. I will leave you with some of my latest work.
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Art of My Life
Dear blog..
Other than painting,I have been getting naked...
Playing with my food...
And watching Zoe being her beautiful, magical self...
Love Julia xx
Other than painting,I have been getting naked...
Playing with my food...
And watching Zoe being her beautiful, magical self...
Love Julia xx
Friday, March 6, 2009
The Art of a Deadline Fast Approaching #2
Some more exhibition stuff that Zoe and I have been working on. We plan on having an art day tomorrow so I will be sure to post some more fruits of our labour :)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Art of a Modern Interpretation
I love the old classic moviestar look from the 40/50's and have been yearning to do a series, as I'm not a hairdresser and would struggle doing up the models with the right look I thought I would give my new series the moviestar-esque look by using photoshop instead of hair/make up. Very happy with how this new series is coming along. I describe it as the classic moviestar look with a modern twist. There will definitely be more to come as I refine and play around with my new "look".
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Art of Freaking Out
I'm over analysing my artwork. Asking myself too many questions and not liking the answers I give. So instead of it twirling around my head and not getting anywhere I thought I would start this blog instead.
I have fear of dead things. An irrational fear I know but real nonetheless. I think it stems from finding a dead bird in the playground in primary school and I thought it was still alive because I could see it moving so I thought it was breathing. It turns out it was big juicy maggots eating and writhing. I have seen two dead people in my 30 years of life, both my grandfathers, but each time from a distance and I definitely didn't touch. The thing that amazed me when seeing them was that there was no mistaking that they were dead. In movies when someone dies, people think they are asleep and have to check their pulse to see if they are alive. But when you see a dead person, there is no doubt that they are dead. Now on with the point...as I do have one...
I found a dead bird in my backyard a few weeks ago. It was a baby bird that had been knocked out of its nest. I freaked out like a girly girl and screamed for my husband. Now bear in mind I'm abit of a tomboy, I'm fine with spiders, don't mind getting dirty but dead things turn me into a shrieking housewife. I begged him to put it in the bin and ran inside. I've been thinking about that dead bird since then, thinking about my fear of dead things and thinking how I wish I could photograph it because as much as there is that fear - there is also my curiosity. I noticed a week ago that it was still there. Normally I would nag him until he got rid of it but this time I didn't. I wanted to summon the courage to have a closer look. Early this evening when the sun had started to go down, one of my favourite times of the day to photograph, I ventured outside with a broom and my camera. It was covered with leaves so I had to move them but I stood at broom length. Deep breathing aided me a little as I put my camera up to my face and started taking pictures. They were to far away I needed to get in close and the background was the same colour as the dead thing so I had to move it to try and get a better shot, I put it on some newspaper squatted over it real close and finally got some photographs. I then picked it up in the newspaper and put it in the bin. I haven't looked at the pictures yet but I know what I'm going to do with them and the processes I will use. This is a turning point. I faced a major, major fear - but will it help me with my artwork? Time will tell....
I have fear of dead things. An irrational fear I know but real nonetheless. I think it stems from finding a dead bird in the playground in primary school and I thought it was still alive because I could see it moving so I thought it was breathing. It turns out it was big juicy maggots eating and writhing. I have seen two dead people in my 30 years of life, both my grandfathers, but each time from a distance and I definitely didn't touch. The thing that amazed me when seeing them was that there was no mistaking that they were dead. In movies when someone dies, people think they are asleep and have to check their pulse to see if they are alive. But when you see a dead person, there is no doubt that they are dead. Now on with the point...as I do have one...
I found a dead bird in my backyard a few weeks ago. It was a baby bird that had been knocked out of its nest. I freaked out like a girly girl and screamed for my husband. Now bear in mind I'm abit of a tomboy, I'm fine with spiders, don't mind getting dirty but dead things turn me into a shrieking housewife. I begged him to put it in the bin and ran inside. I've been thinking about that dead bird since then, thinking about my fear of dead things and thinking how I wish I could photograph it because as much as there is that fear - there is also my curiosity. I noticed a week ago that it was still there. Normally I would nag him until he got rid of it but this time I didn't. I wanted to summon the courage to have a closer look. Early this evening when the sun had started to go down, one of my favourite times of the day to photograph, I ventured outside with a broom and my camera. It was covered with leaves so I had to move them but I stood at broom length. Deep breathing aided me a little as I put my camera up to my face and started taking pictures. They were to far away I needed to get in close and the background was the same colour as the dead thing so I had to move it to try and get a better shot, I put it on some newspaper squatted over it real close and finally got some photographs. I then picked it up in the newspaper and put it in the bin. I haven't looked at the pictures yet but I know what I'm going to do with them and the processes I will use. This is a turning point. I faced a major, major fear - but will it help me with my artwork? Time will tell....
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