Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Art Babble: ARTIST MARÍA MARTÍNEZ-CAÑAS IN "STAGING THE SELF"

               I really connected with Maria Martinez-Canas’ words in this video. Maria works with photography, as I do. In this particular video she spoke about her images of duplicity. For this project, Maria has been struggling with her identity as an artist and as a person. She found a photo of her father, and decided to use that as a base for her project. She then took a photo of herself, with the same type of camera, and then digitally over-layed the photos in a double exposure. Maria said that she did not have to move the photos at all in order to have the eyes and lips etc., line up. She found that she looked so much like her father that the photos fit perfectly atop one another.
            Maria then slowly changed the opacity of one photo, so that you could see only her father in one photo to begin with, and lastly you would see only her. In between was mixtures of the two. Maria stated that for her, this project expresses how we are a different person to everyone around us. We are not the same all of time. She questioned whether or not we are ever fully ourselves, or if we are versions of ourselves.

            I loved how Maria spoke about what photography is to her. She said that all her work is very personal, and it happens as she lives her life. She said that she uses photography like a writer may use writing. It is simply what is going on with her in the moment. I can really relate to that statement. A lot of my own photography is based on what I am going through mentally within my life. Photography helps me to understand my situation better, and to feel out my emotions. I’ve actually done a project similar to Maria’s in which I combined photos of myself, my sisters, and my mother with large format film. I really learned a lot about my sisters and my mother, and definitely myself by doing that project. 

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Saturday Morning Reflections

I woke up this morning thinking about how in love I am with my boyfriend. How I want to get married and have babies already and just be happy and nurturing. Then I looked at my wall and saw my artwork I though about how I really love doing art and I don't want that to stop. How maybe having kids and a family will make it harder to do my art, and I could lose my passion and creativity. But then I realized my parents and my siblings have always encouraged me to do art, even as a child. I realized that my childhood shaped me into the artist I am. I realized that right now I'm doing art with my boyfriend, and he's being so supportive and encouraging. I realized that family and human life and living have significant influences on me and my art. So I shouldn't be afraid of having more family as I grow older. I should embrace it and let it encourage and shape my art. To be very deep and poetic: my future is my canvas, and my family is my paintbrush. They will help me create. 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Cheryle St. Onge

             Cheryle St. Onge was born and raised in Massachusetts. She received her MFA from Massachusetts College of Arts. She creates most of her images with an 8x10 camera, and most of her images are black and white.

              Cheryle has done several series of photos, all seeming to have a theme of childhood, nature, and curiosity. Cheryle’s images speak to me because they bring me back to my childhood. Her use of light and casted shadows are things that I am easily amused with, and always have been. I remember looking out the window of my grandparents’ house and staring at the ceiling of the porch outside, where the pool was casting glimmering shadows. There was nothing I loved more than exploring with my friends, and finding creatures and curious things like spider webs or pretty rocks or some weird looking berries. I really enjoy Cheryle’s ability to bring memories of my childhood to the surface of my mind with simple images of little things. There is something calming and yet exciting about her work. It makes me want to grab my camera and go outside! 




http://cherylestonge.com/natural-findings

Intimacy in Photography

              When I first began taking photos, I hardly ever thought about concept or emotion, and certainly not intimacy. However, as I’ve grown, I’ve realized those are the most important things to consider when taking photographs of any kind. Although I was not thinking about emotions consciously, I have looked back and seen emotion expressed through figures in even my sports photography from high school. I tended to focus more on the sidelines rather than where the ball was. I’ve definitely decided that images that hold intimacy and emotion are much easier to have a connection with. So, I’ve decided to embrace this and fill my photos with it.
              There are certain things that I know I will never reveal in my photographs. I have strong morals, and my family does as well, and I would rather not put myself and my family in an awkward situation for a photo. At least not right now in my life. Even though my photos do not consistent of death or nudity, I feel like I am still expressing intimacy. The majority of my subjects have been my family, friends, and my boyfriend. I have shown intimacy in relationships with my sisters, with women as a whole, and now with my boyfriend. I do try to make sure my subjects understand the concept I am trying to express before I take the photos. I have made sure they are comfortable with every detail, down to the title I place on the image, and the locations it will be viewed in. After all, I have never paid anyone to be my subject, they have all been volunteer, and I would hate to put them out in any way in return.
              I felt as though the key that the panelists used to avoid exploitation of their subjects was communication. As I mentioned before, I feel that rehearsing and writing down your goals for your images is very important when trying to photograph something intimate with a subject. It is not something a serious artist should take lightly. I felt a connection with the panelists. I have never taken photos of anything remotely connected to death or mental illness, and I cannot imagine how uncomfortable and hard it must’ve been to have those intimate conversations with people. It takes a lot of confidence and drive to do something like that. The panelists taught me that if the topic is important enough to you as an artist, you will take the risk of being uncomfortable and you will get through it.
              I feel like art is an amazing way to bring understanding to issues in our world. There are so many images of war and destruction that have touched peoples’ souls to the point of tears. People jumping from the twin towers on 9/11 are some of the most recent and most impactful images I have ever seen. I’ve created images that I hoped to bring emotion and thought to my viewers, such as this image of a friend of mine, who was critiqued and judged because she cut her hair in a way that she was more comfortable with. My idea with this image was to express how this woman felt as a woman. Regardless of the fact that she identifies as lesbian. I think without the image, this point would not be as strong and as understandable.              



         I’ve also created images like this one, in which I’ve tried to express the childlike love I have for my God and my Church. This is an image that many other people have told me they have felt a connection with. It’s amazing to me to hear that, because this image came straight from my heart.


              
      
       I’ve also done images like these of my sister and my mother, in which I attempted to express a woman’s emotions. The strength versus the fragility, and the layers of innocence and womanhood that we all hold within us.
         
         From watching the panelists I felt like my work was closest to Kerry Payne Stailey’s work. Since I am now doing a project on intimacy and love with my boyfriend, and she had actually done an Instagram series on her relationship with her now husband.



Thursday, February 16, 2017

Project Statement and Part One statement

Today, as I write this, I would have been celebrating 4 years of happiness with the love of my life. However, love is far too interesting to have let that happen. I am only twenty-three, I know I am young. Yet, I feel that I already have a story of love and loss, and love, to tell.
              In the past I have done projects on my sisters, and mother, and our connection as women in the world. I also did a project on women in general, and our struggle within a judgmental society. I feel that I have done these projects to learn more about my journey as a woman. After every project I do, I reflect and think about what I’ve learned. Doing those projects actually contributed to my growth during my breakup, and my reunion with my boyfriend, Clay. I realized that I hadn’t looked at my journey with this person I had seen almost every day for 4 years.
This is why I have chosen to create a photo narrative of my relationship with Clay from beginning to end. I hope to connect more with him, on a different level, as we shoot photos together. I also hope to learn more about our connection as I attempt to illustrate both of our emotions, together and separate, within different phases of our past.
This is a very personal approach for a project. However, I believe all my past projects have been personal, this one is just about a relationship between two people, rather than a group. I hope to not become cliché or too romantic with this project. I would like it to have more personality and depth. I am also trying to not do double exposures, however I’m not promising anything.

Part 1: “My Love For You Is Pure and True”
When Clay and I first got together, we were very romantic. He always took me on dates to eat, and to the movies, he always drove, and he always paid. We saw one another just about every day. We were obsessed. The honeymoon phase was fully activated. I was eighteen, and he was nineteen. I was in my second year of college, and unemployed, he was taking online classes, and working at a tomato factory. I had only had two boyfriend before him, lasting 2 months and 2 weeks in all. He had just gotten out of a relationship that really messed with his head and heart, a year prior. I know we are still young now, yet I can’t help to think “We were so young.” We tried so hard to do things the way couples were supposed to. We celebrated our “anniversary” every month. He spoiled me to no end with gifts and attention. We really were happy, but it felt as though I were in a dream state
For this first part, I wanted to express emotions of the intimacy and closeness that we felt when we first got together. The loveydoveiness. I attempted this with the emphasis on hands, faces, and touch. I mean come on, we don’t touch other peoples’ faces unless we love them. I wanted to give the photos a strong blown out basic white background, to represent the simplicity of our beginnings, and pure heartedness that it began with. It was simple: we wanted to be together. Nothing else mattered. Right?



The title for part 1: "My Love For You Is Pure and True" is a phrase from a poem Clay wrote me before we parted ways. This photo is the first photo we took together as boyfriend and girlfriend.




Wednesday, December 7, 2016

"Too You"

"I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger.

As a young woman of 23 years, I am highly aware of the idea of feminism. To me, feminism is simply the belief that women should be treated as equals to males in society. Feminism is a worldwide concept that has been accepted for the most part. However, I still find myself in situations where I feel as though I should be acting a certain way because I am female. Society still has certain expectations for women. Even women have these expectations towards other women. With this project I would like to take photos of real women and showcase their personal experiences to spread awareness into the minds of people that societal pressures against women are real, and they must stop.
          These photos will begin with a photograph that was created using “old” methods, such as Van Dyke Brown, Lumen, Cyanotype, and film. These photos will consist of “pretty” subject matter such as flowers, a common symbol of a woman. I will then combine, or overlay these photos with modern digital photos of real women in an opposing position to the “old” photos. In this way, I hope to create a sense of confusion and struggle within the viewer so that they may understand the confusion and struggle that women feel every day.
          I would also like to include a statement from the woman in the photo about her feelings on a given societal pressure. In a gallery viewing atmosphere, I would like to include a short quote from the statement as part of the viewing experience. My hope is that these words will confirm the realness of this issue in the viewer’s mind.

 Too Quiet: Audria



Van Dyke Brown Print Scan with Digital Image
         I don't have a lot of friends for many reasons. As a homeschooler I didn't have a lot of practice at making friends before entering adulthood. I'm also an introvert, I enjoy spending time with other people but I rarely feel a need to be surrounded by others. In groups of larger than one on one I tend to sit back and listen, I'll join the conversation briefly, but I'm content with listening most of the time. The combination of these things can make me appear stand offish. It's not that I don't want to make friends, I just don't have a lot of skill at it, I don't have a great need for it, and I'm quiet. It makes me seem unapproachable so if I want friends I have to work to make them, they don't just come to me.
I am content with having few friends. I've always had one close friend and very few other friends. At the moment I have my boyfriend who is my closest friend, and my coworkers. I'm closer to some coworkers than others we spend time together outside of work but not very often. I hardly text anyone besides my boyfriend and that's necessary because he lives in another state. The friends I have I enjoy my time with and that's enough for me. 
I have definitely felt pressure to make more friends and be more socially active. Especially as a teenager I really didn't have even one close friend, I didn't really have anything in common with the teenagers I was acquainted with and I didn't really have any opportunities to meet anyone who I did have common interests with. This was in the days of MySpace as well so there was the pressure to have a list of your "Top Friends." That pressure actually helped me to make a few friends, I found that it was easier for me to make friends through the Internet, although I still had very little in common with them so they were still barely more than acquaintances. I don't know if this counts as pressure but whenever I see a girl who walks into a room and knows half of the people in it already and has something to talk about with each one of them I don't understand why she would want that, like I don't want to walk into a room and have ten people expecting me to say hello and chit chat with them. I physically cannot do chit chat. Especially not with ten different people.



Too Blunt: Yezmene




35mm Film Print Scan with Digital Image

I find that as I've gotten older the more passionate I am about certain subject matter. With this passion I have no problem with voicing my opinion or speaking my mind. At times I do feel hesitant about speaking my mind with the fear of judgement from my peers. However, the older I get, the more inclined I am to speak up.  


Too Young: Hannah




Black and White 4x5 Film Scan with Digital Image
I am more than happy with the choices I've made in my life. A lot of people are shocked to find out that I "settled down" and got married at the young age of 21, but it didn't seem like a crazy thing for me to do. The joys of marriage and now carrying a child far outweigh living a life of a single, "normal" college student for me. My choices have shaped me into the person I am, so although it's difficult at times living with the seemingly mature and huge, life-altering decisions I've made, I literally wouldn't trade the life I have for any other one.
I do feel ridiculed by some for making the choice to become a wife and a mom at such a young age. Thankfully, the people in my family aren't the ones that question my choices. They are completely supportive and loving of every decision I make, and have been for as long as I can remember. The ones that judge us are those who don't know us. They just see two kids getting hitched and knocked up; They don't see the deep love and commitment to each other and to the Lord that we have, the love that is unconditional and real.


Too Butch: Kass



Lumen (before fix and after) Scan, with Digital Image

  I knew at a young age that I was different. I was in elementary school so I was about 8 years old when I realized that I was different from all of the other little girls around me because unlike then I loved to play sports. I was the first girl to start playing football with all the boys at recess. I also knew I was different because I didn't look or dress like all the other little girls in my classes, while they wore their bright pink and colorful blouses and dresses I wore jeans and jerseys. 
           I also knew I was different than the other girls because while they had crushes on the boys I had my first crush on one of my female classmates in 5th grade. I didn't think too much into it nor did I really understand the feeling. It wasn't until I got a little older and was in middle school that I finally understood what it mean. I was gay, a lesbian. It wasn't that big of a deal to me because by that time I had come to understand it more and had family gay family members and family friends. 
            I don't really think I am all that different than other women. I am still you very typical version of a female on the inside. I am an emotional person, I am a nurturer, I have the stereotypical aspects of a women on the inside. 
I guess I am different than what society thinks a woman should look like but I don't mind being different! I think being different makes me who and am who I have become. I think being different is what the world needs.
           Growing up I was a tomboy. I always have been. As a kid I never faced any ridicule or judgement from other because I was a kid. But as I got older I have got lying and some judgement from people. For example my dad will joke from time to time asking me if I'm going to wear a dress and heels to the company Christmas party or formal events.
Before I cut my hair I was afraid if I did I would get a backlash of negative feedback but it turns out I was wrong. My family was fine with it and knew I was something I wanted. However it was a little different going out in public because I guess I was confusing people. Before people saw the way I dress but knew I was a female because if my long hair. Now people stare as if they are trying to figure it out as if I couldn't possibly be a female because I have short hair.
The worst reaction that I can say I have ever received is when I was at the Fresno police records department picking up some paperwork, and the older women asked for my name and my ID. I gave it to her and she to a look at me and my ID a few times and then went on to say is this you? I said yes! She said are you sure? I said yes! She said you're a girl? I said yes I am! It was a little uncomfortable and embarrassing but I'm sure there were worse reactions. 



Too Silly: Katelyn




4x5 Film Scan with Digital Image
I like being silly, of course! It makes me happy. I have been ridiculed for being too silly or immature. People think I'm weird until they get to know me. I have a sarcastic personality and sometimes it comes off as rude or weird. Those people don't bother me. Eventually they get used to my personality and if they don't, then I choose not to surround myself with people who ridicule me.


Too Thick: Alexa



Intaglio Print Scan with Digital Image

6 out of 7 days, I am totally in love with my body and myself. There are those days where I wish I was thinner or maybe wasn't so curvy. There are some days where comfortable is an understatement. Sometimes it's difficult to feel like I look good when things don't fit me the way I wish they would. But then I'll just shake it off. I don't dwell on negative feelings about myself. I focus on what matters more. It's been a long way here, to this kind of self acceptance. I know what it's like to not want to love yourself because you feel so uncomfortable in your own skin. But I also know how worth it is to conquer those feelings and decide to love yourself and to decide to be comfortable. I know how worth it is to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and look at yourself with pride instead of shame. 
At the risk of sounding totally cliché, I think all women are unique. I don't think there's a perfect woman. I believe we all have a concept in our head of what an ideal woman is. So as far as looking different goes, yeah I feel I look differently solely because every woman is different. I can appreciate another woman's beauty without feeling insecure about mine. I can believe a woman is more attractive than me and still be confident about myself. 
Not too long ago I got called a fucking whale by this boy who had never seen me in person. It was the first insult to actually have an affect on me in a very long time. I don't know why this stranger would feel so entitled to my attention that when I did not give it to him he reacted like a child throwing a tantrum. He called me a name and insulted my body. The same body that caught his interest in the first place. So it didn't bother me in the way that I felt bad about myself but it bothered me in the way that he felt comfortable attacking me like that. I don't care what people think about my body. It's MY body. I've been called fat since 7th grade when I developed. It's not a word that holds any weight (Pun intended). I’m a thick woman and I’m okay with that. There isn’t anything that anyone can say that will prevent me from loving myself. 


Too Smart: Amity

 
Palladium Print with Digital Image

I've never been average in any aspect of my life. Because I have always been extremely small people always assumed I was younger than I am. That is until I spoke. I spent most of my time reading so I had a large vocabulary and a much more mature outlook on life than other kids my age. Since this always shocked people and brought copious amounts of attention and embarrassment my way, I found that I often preferred to stay quiet.
            When I transitioned from homeschooling to public school I thought I was an idiot. Though I was still above average in English, I was far below average in Mathematics. This caused some confusion when someone who knew me to be ‘smart’ saw me struggling on a seemingly simple problem. Again I was greeted with shock, this time accompanied by disappointment. I suddenly found myself feeling a pressure to uphold my intellectual reputation. By the time I got to high school I was in the upper 10% of my class and taking honors and AP classes as well as getting involved in as many extracurricular activities as I could. But now I was no longer feeling a pressure to do well. Now I was stuck between being expected to do well in all areas and being an “overachiever”.  If I did poorly, or even average by most standards, I felt disappointment. If I exceeded standards I got dirty looks from my peers and was even told to participate less in class since my teachers were aware I already knew the answers. I couldn’t win. This caused me to lose any kind of motivation I once had. If I didn’t feel like doing an assignment I simply wouldn’t do it. I could just make up for it on the test anyway. I still graduated high school with a 4.16 GPA, however, I developed terrible work ethic and habits that are not serving me well in college. It makes me sad to think about where I could be and how I could be doing if I had kept nurturing my intelligence rather than treating it like an inconvenience. 

Too Tough: Sadie 



Cyanotype with Digital Image 

I have been ridiculed for being too tough. People say my voice is too loud and I’m scaring people. But I like being tough. I think that it’s better to be tough than to be soft. Because a lot of people try to get away with a lot of stuff, and it shouldn’t be like that. People should respect everybody. I work with kids and I give them a chance, and then I’m tough with them. So either they stop crying, or their parents don’t bring them to my job anymore. 


Too Nice: Ashley



I never knew there was such a thing as being “too nice” until people started telling me that I was too nice. At first I took it as a compliment, but as I grew older I realized that people really meant it as a flaw in my character. Most of the time these people had my best interest in mind, and they told me I was letting people take advantage of me, and I needed to be more straight-forward and think about myself more.
However, my dad being a pastor and having grown up in Church, I was always taught to be selfless and to love everyone equally. Now I struggle with this thought of taking care of myself and doing what I want, and with thinking about others, and being open to everyone.

The thing is, I would rather be known as a “too nice” person, and feel good inside, than be known as not a nice person, and feel bad inside. 

Monday, December 5, 2016

Baby






Baby

 Digital Photography Composite


            My goal with this piece of art is to express my feelings about female innocence. I titled this piece “Baby”, because this is a term men have been known to call their children and their sexual partners. I find it strange that women are expected to possess the innocence of a child, and the maturity and sexual skill of an adult. I used the back of this woman because to me, the female back holds a lot of meaning. A woman’s back hurts when she cooks and cleans, and when she carries a child in her belly, and then in her arms. Her back even hurts as a young girl, when she cramps, and when she has to hold the weight of her new chest. The female back shows a lot of strength in my eyes, because it bears the weight of life that men cannot begin to bear. However, most women still feel like innocent children on the inside, which is why I placed a reflection of the woman’s young self on her back. The weight of her child self even bearing down on her, reminding her of who she really is.