This is a piece I made in response to some of the feedback Phil Moody (one of my favorite photo professors) gave me at the FAP show.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Death that leads to life
This is a piece I made in response to some of the feedback Phil Moody (one of my favorite photo professors) gave me at the FAP show.
Monday, April 21, 2008
New York!
I mailed off my first batch of support today making New York that much more definate! It is exciting and a little daunting all at once.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Bianca
These are some images I shot with Bianca earlier in the semester for a project in my studio lighting class mostly just experimenting with flash. It was a fun time.
My Grandma and Me
This is one of four pieces I entered in FAP's Ex Morte Vita show at the beginning of the semester. It was in many ways inspired by a sketchbook accident of a good friend, Courtney, and was a comment on how our lives do not stop with at the time that they appear to. It is at that moment where the dandelion stem seems most barren and near to death that it is in fact flying off and starting new growth all over the place (much to the bane of the one who is meticulous in the treatment of a lawn but to the delight of the lover of wildflowers).
Whats in a name?
Voigt behind the lens ...
When I am making photographs I can only see a little piece of what is really going on around me. The three dimensional world we inhabit becomes a little flatter and what is preserved is just a hint of that.
In one sense it is frustrating because their are so many great and wonderful things in the world that just don't translate into the flat picture plane recorded by silver particles on a plastic negative (or 0s and 1s on a disk). Yet in another sense it is an awesome opportunity because those limitations mean that by moving the tiniest fraction in one direction the entire image. Life is like that sometimes.
We can only see a tiny little piece, it is like we are looking through a small window. We can't see the big picture right now. And yet our perspective dramatically impacts how what sort of impression we leave this world with.
Will we see the rottenness and evil that abounds or will we choose to let our perspective shift and see how in spite of it all love still exists and perhaps its very presence proves its triumph?
When I am making photographs I can only see a little piece of what is really going on around me. The three dimensional world we inhabit becomes a little flatter and what is preserved is just a hint of that.
In one sense it is frustrating because their are so many great and wonderful things in the world that just don't translate into the flat picture plane recorded by silver particles on a plastic negative (or 0s and 1s on a disk). Yet in another sense it is an awesome opportunity because those limitations mean that by moving the tiniest fraction in one direction the entire image. Life is like that sometimes.
We can only see a tiny little piece, it is like we are looking through a small window. We can't see the big picture right now. And yet our perspective dramatically impacts how what sort of impression we leave this world with.
Will we see the rottenness and evil that abounds or will we choose to let our perspective shift and see how in spite of it all love still exists and perhaps its very presence proves its triumph?
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