Nashville.
Light Works
A mini series of portraits taken in my favorite building.
Continue.
I need to write, I ache for it. It’s been months. Maybe 6?
I think Iv been afraid to write, maybe for the first time in my life.
Iv been afraid of what would spill out or even that the spilling wouldn’t stop.
I will inevitably cry because “my big girl pants” don’t always fit right and WELL, I’m scared.
I’m scared of what I know Iv hidden.
I hear…
Grow up.
Stop being soo sensitive.
Don’t let him have the control over your emotions!!
I GET it! I GET it!!! Be a fucking adult and get over it.
I don’t want to get OVER it, I want to be healed of it.
I don’t want it to have “never happened”. I want the bitterness to turn sweet.
Like amber honey coated memories. Memories that made me who I am.
I’m not going to stop loving fully. I’m not going to stop being passionate.
Hell I probably won’t stop yelling either. I am not a fucking tailor.
Cinching in here for you and cutting away that for him.
I’d rather be the “cat lady,” which may or may not kill me. Because I’m allergic to cats.
Ladies even my OBGYN told me if a man doesn’t treat you right kick umm to the curb!!
(Advice from the lady who see’s your vagina must be sound right?!)
Lets do our selves a favor and listen to her advice. Okay? Okay…
What Love Tastes Like…
Folded in a yellow children’s book embossed with a crane, lies my new series: What Love Tastes Like.
The crane’s fidelity and mating rituals make it a common symbol for loyalty and successful marriage.
It inspired me instantly to create a series sourced from what love looks like to me. Picking images that reflect this theme.
I rarely if ever sit down to create something by a theme.
With this in mind I picked each piece intuitively. I didn’t judge as I laid images to paper.
I didn’t ask myself why I picked one piece or another, I just went with the flow.
Love mingles many wounds and static joy for me.
It is a dance of innocence and trust with raw unwavering danger.
It is raw in it’s purest form for me. Honesty in every color.
It takes seasons in turns and tumbles.
(These images are the first few completed pieces.)
Local Market…
Buy Fresh-Buy Local:
Saturday morning market full of lucious veggies, yummy coffee and beautiful flowers.
(Which Ethan insisted I needed since I hadn’t received flowers in a while.)
We bought lots of spicy peppers and Three Ships Coffee which was like fall in a brew.
We had brunch at a lovely Mediterranean restaurant.
Bloody marry’s and french toast sandwhiches.
We listened to records and even got in naps!
Lets say it was a brilliant day off!