Showing posts with label kochi. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 23, 2011

perhaps something in purple?


Here is the second anthotype taken down from the window last Thursday. A few reviews alluded to drawing characteristics. It is a photogenic drawing (in purple). The iris petal emulsion was applied drop by drop (yes, I’m nuts) onto Kochi washi paper. Hence the pattern. The pajama was red fleece with trains and no name on it. If you have a suggestion for a title, I’m all ears.

BTW, I have been adding a dash of citric acid as a preservative to my latest flower pigment emulsions (in solution). Today I noticed that the red roses I was grinding up returned to their warm red shade with citric acid instead of the cooler red / purple with just water.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Two Windows on the World



Danger looms ahead. My sleepwear project has descended to the level of cuteness and smallness. Children’s pajamas. Once I begin using onesies, I risk becoming the Anne Geddes of the alternative photography world. But not yet.

The unaltered pajama on top of the iris coated kozo paper


Today’s trip through the thrift store revealed a summary of consumer pop culture. Transformers, Tony the Tiger, Barbie, various Nickelodeon programs, Thomas the Train, Ariel the Mermaid as Ariel the Princess. I really don’t want to go down that road with this project. It is a little too locked into the late twentieth and early twenty first century.

pajama cut into a single layer on top of the coated paper


Two windows today, the world tomorrow. There are three of these south facing 40″ x 40″ windows on the fifth floor. Now two are occupied with anthotypes. The act of photographing and making photographs always has had a public spectacle component. A public exhibition of process.


The second anthotype waiting for some direct sunlight.

Afterwards, on the way to a late lunch (lunner), I walked past the Harvard School of Medicine Research Building along Louis Pasteur Avenue. I spotted a young woman photographing two of her friends pointing to signage on the glass windows near the entrance. I had to look. I had to see what she was photographing and how she adjusted her height to achieve the desired frame. I paid attention to the symmetrical finger gestures of her friends and their “tourists of the biomedical research world” smiles. I had to look. The act of every photograph being taken is a spectacle.