Showing posts with label Andrea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrea. Show all posts

12.15.2010

Two years on...

Valya - 121510

This blog is a toddler.  It is starting to walk on its own and speak simple thoughts.  Since December 15, 2008, this blog has:
  • been reborn not once, but twice and been renamed three or four times.
  • 371 published posts still accessible
  • 60 published posts deleted due to self censorship, poor writing, culling, and other issues
  • 123 draft posts that were never published
  • 15,070 visits
  • 50,558 pages visited
  • an average reader spending 2 minutes and 33 seconds per visit.
  • visitors from 114 countries
  • one evil offspring/brother blog, Hear Me Roar. - A stuttering attempt at validating, defending, and defining masculinity.
  • are you bored yet with the "greatness"stats???  I am.

I read last years post, One year on and got bored in the first few paragraphs.  I wrote last year about all the changes in substance, style, yada yada yada.    I am not as sentimental about this blog now as I was a year ago. 

Moi, but I've changed since then
My art has changed in the past year.  I've given up the notion that I want to be another Edward Weston, Ruth Bernhard, or Imogen Cunningham.  You can read more about that here.  I am more interested in mixing it up with a sprinkle of those giants, a bit of Robert Frank, a dash of Bob Guccione (RIP) and lots of my own psyche.  I am less into celebrating the aesthetic art of the form and more into what the context of the moment means.

My two highlights for the year were trips to Rome and New York City.  In Rome I found my spirit.  In New York I found my soul.  Both changed me forever.

Over the years I've made friends along the way, interviewed a few of them, and savored the comments they shared.  Thanks to Carla, Joe, Terrell, Valya, Alex, Z,  and many others.

So, enough rambles.  Here are my favorite photos of 2010.  You may disagree, but all of these are personal, beautiful, and somehow changed me.  Some more than others, but they were important.  Thanks to locations for being open to me.  Thanks to the models for opening themselves to me.

Hit the Road Jack - 

Rome 




Wells, Nevada



 Joshua Tree National Park



 New York City




 




Las Vegas, NV



California Delta and Foothills 





Models, muses, beauty, and truth





























Courtney







 

11.28.2010

psst... not bragging... but my photos are in a book... and other stuff to chat about.


Hurray! - My New York stuff is finally in a book.  My fellow photographers from the local college and I produced a book of  our June trip to New York.  We submitted six photos each for the book.  You can see some of the great photos of people I've mentioned in this blog, including, Courtney, Mollee, Ron and Andrea.  I am proud of my photos and believe my fellow contributors put in their best stuff.  Valya and Moon didn't make it,  since those photos didn't fit the theme and feel of the book, although a couple were considered.   You can read my summary of the New York trip here.  You can also read about the tough photo selection process here. 

Sorry about yesterday's rant.  I am trying to stay away from politics in this blog, but some days are tiresome.

It rained hard yesterday in my area of California.  I love seeing how the world looks on a dark rainy day through a wet windshield.  It is how the world is.

We drove to Sacramento and went to the newly renovated Crocker Art Museum.  If you went to it before the grand re-opening, it was great regional art museum that drew some impressive shows.   With the remodel, they doubled exhibit space and have an amazing series of exhibits on African and Asian art, modern and postmodern art, European classics and one of the best western US and California landscapes paintings  and sculpture collections.  It is well worth the $10 adult admission.  The Wayne Thiebaud exhibit was may favorite.

Hogs and Heifers Bar- NYC 2010

11.14.2010

Take a good look at yourself.

Andrea - NYC - 0610
You ever wonder how others see you?   What do they think of you?  How are you perceived?  Even those of us not suffering from narcissism must wonder about these questions.


BTW - I am not seeking affirmation, validation or anything particular.  I'm just going through a self-reflective period.  I am still on a self-imposed break from writing anything deep or profound.   Too much big swirl around me and I have to keep my head above water.

Photo note - Andrea on our trip to NYC.  You can find more of my photos of her here.  She is a great photographer herself and will be an artistic force to be watched.

10.22.2010

Homework - Food Photos

Raw - 102210

I had to do something new for my class this week.  I had to photograph tomatoes. 

Every week we get different assignments that push us into new directions.  This theme for this week is food.  My main instructor is a product photographer specializing in wine.  His photos are amazing and I highly recommend you visit his site to see his work.

Rick has an incredible eye for detail.  He notices everything.   After seeing his work, I can see why.  Every molecule in the photo has to have a purpose for being there.  The amount of pre and post production work needed to create one good food image is huge.  The use of color, texture, design, composition, and flavor must blend into an outstanding image.

For this assignment I had to photograph a raw tomato or a group of them.  After that I had to photograph a prepared dish with tomatoes.  I learned a few things from this.  It is hard to make food look good.  It is hard to find a perfect background and set of dishes.  Rick has thousands of plates and utensils in every color, shape, size and pattern in a warehouse of props.  It is really amazing.  I had only a few plates and napkins to work with.  The plate for the image below is from my picnic basket.
Prepped - 102210

I learned that food stars have stand ins.  I used some of the lower quality ingredients to make a mock up and test lighting, composition, presentation and concept.  After getting that set up, I brought in the star or hero food and was ready to get that done in as few shots as possible.  It is important to get them done fast so the food looks fresh.

Piernas bonitas
I noticed lots of flaws in both sets of photos.  I photographed the whole tomatoes on the aqua hood of my truck (the same hood that Andrea graced).  I thought I had cleaned the hood, but every bit of lint and dust is highly visible.  For the prepared food photos, I had issues of wrinkled napkins, bread crumbs, fingerprints in the cheese balls, and other challenges. 

I loved doing this assignment, but learned a lesson.  I am not a food photographer.  I do not have the attention to detail to make this work become art.  Rick will have no competition from me.  I enjoyed the creativity of using strobes, reflectors and props to get everything just right.  I want to explore using similar techniques, but having male and female models as the subject.

I enjoyed sharing a moment that Brett Weston also experienced.  After Edward Weston photographed the famous pepper from Pepper Number 30, Brett ate it.  I enjoyed eating my subject as well. 

Bon Appetit

6.02.2010

This and That



Katie - 060210

Still working on the Dennis Hopper reflection post. The more I learn about that guy, the more I respect him.  Overall I like him, but there was some parts of his life that make me cringe as I study him.  That makes me respect him a little bit more.

In less than two weeks I will be in New York.  I've arranged to work with one model and may try to line up another.  There is a lot of great talent in that city (probably one of my biggest understatements).

Piernas (Andrea on the hood of my old truck)
So, Al and Tipper are splitting.  It sounds like it was a mutual decision and may even be amicable.  I wish them both well.  Who would have thought they would split the blanket before Bill and Hillary?

As I've mentioned before, sometimes I have a hard time when someone gives me a "photo suggestion."  After seeing the photo below of Andrea's incredible legs stretched so beautifully across the hood of my truck, a female friend said, "Pretty photo.  You know what you should do (I always cringe when I hear that, but sometimes the idea offered is good), you should take a self portrait of you stretched across the hood wearing your cowboy boots to show a "reality vs. fantasy theme."  My response was something like, "interesting idea."  I could tell this was more of what she wanted to do.  I have enough memories of being in, on, under, every part of that truck and some were good,  fun,  humorous, and some I'd rather forget.  For me and what I wanted to photograph and give contextual meaning to, that image is enough.

5.21.2010

Legs - A celebration - and a new (to me) way to publish my photos

Piernas (Andrea on the hood of my old truck)

 Last Friday I saw a great photo essay by Magnum Photos on the theme of Legs at slate.com.    I remembered Joe making a movie using images of Dr. L and another model and knew I wanted to experiment. This inspired me to try and make a movie out of my photos as well.  Along the way of creating the movie, I discovered a few challenges and some rewards as well.

I went through all my digital or scanned photos and chose some that I believe the legs are the key ingredient to the image.  After some editing and post production work in Lightroom, I was ready to make a movie.

At first I used the online movie-making service at animoto.com.  While this service is free for 30 second videos, longer videos cost a little bit.  I opted to get the one year membership and made a few movies.  It is a very easy tool.  You upload the photos, choose background music from their free library, set a few parameters and then their program does all the work.  In the end you get a slick video with little work.  The downsides are the music selection is limited, you can not put in custom text/credit screens, and their is very little customization.  The video at the very bottom was my first attempt.

After playing in that, I used iMovie on my Mac.  It allows for much more customization and editing.  I could also choose any song from my iTunes library, which I did.   After a good bit of time of editing and putting in transitions and text screens, I made the movie you see here.

I thought loading it would be the easy part.  First I tried blogger's video upload.  While convenient, the output player was way too small.  I then created a youtube account and uploaded it there with very tight privacy settings (unsearchable and not published publicly).  I have a few concerns about posting this video there, but I doubt I will keep it there for long.

This is my second attempt at making this type of video.  I see room for improvement, but I am happy with it as a beginner's effort.  Any feedback is welcome.  So, without further ado, here it is - Piernas Bonitas (Nice Legs).

vimeo version

Piernas Bonitas from Karl B on Vimeo.


blogger version




Piernas - Candace

1.17.2010

Four Inches into Space

Being Small

Technically, space begins at 100 km (about 62 miles) above the earth's surface. There are other measurements that define barriers as well. Two thousand pounds is a ton. The distance from the earth to the sun is an astronomical unit (1 au = 93 million miles). For human males, I think the height barrier measurement for being tall is six feet.

Last month I was walking out of my class and Mollee and Andrea were chatting in the parking lot. As I got my car keys out, Mollee asked, "Karl, how tall are you?" I replied with my standard 6'4"-unless-I-am-wearing-heels answer. Mollee's only response was, "Damn. You are tall." I hadn't heard that one before.

When you are over 6', you are tall. It is curious how people have to tell me the obvious. It seems a bit absurd. They don't tell me, "Karl, you are white!" That is just about as obvious as my being four inches into space.

I do not complain about being tall. It is just how it is. I can reach objects on the top shelf and see the dust on top of the refrigerator. I've learned to either bend with my knees or squat when I have to do low-down work. My back is healthy and I need to keep it that way.

While I try to respect the people I meet, I do look down on them... literally, not figuratively. I have no choice. Sadly, most tall people compensate by slouching, which looks bad and is very harmful to our backs. After someone once told me to stand tall and be proud, I thought about how silly it is to slouch. There is no reason. I am tall, you are shorter. It doesn't mean anything except the obvious physical differences.

On rare occasions I meet people taller than me. It is odd to look up and see someone. On a few very rare occasions (only twice that I can think of) I've met women taller than me. One was my date to prom. It was awkward at first dancing with someone a half inch taller than me. It felt good. We both commented on how it was to be with someone similar. Nothing became of that relationship, but our prom pics are still unique for both of us. Here is an interesting article at the blog, The Other Tall Girl. It is good to read it from the woman's perspective.

Interestingly, all my girlfriends have been under 5'1". It is not that I seek out women that are over a foot shorter than me, but it is what I am unconsciously drawn to and that seem drawn to me.

A few years ago, my hair stylist told me my hair was thinning up top. I was getting "too tall for my hair." She said, "Don't worry, you are tall. No one will see it." I had to remind her that when I was sitting in her barber's chair, she could see it. So, when sitting, tall does not mean much

Another interesting place where tall does not matter much is in bed. Since both of our heads are on the pillows, we are the same height. So when sleeping, I am not tall. Sex though is another story. Being tall opens certain possibilities and rules out others. I've learned what works.

It is funny, there aren't too many tall jokes other than comments about the weather up there. I've heard short jokes though and wonder why short people get teased for that. Being tall does not make me a better person than others. Tall people get teased about having big feet. I have size 13 shoes. My dad, who is two inches taller than me and wears 15s, was nicknamed "acre foot" by his coworkers. I have to admit, that one is funny. I am sometimes called the "gentle giant." When I hear that I think about the song Behind Blue Eyes by The Who and wonder if those who call me that truly know me.

Speaking of "Gentle Giant" and other tall names and stereotypes, here are a few more.
  • Tall people are natural leaders. Untrue. I am not a great leader. I can lead when needed, but I am not better at it because I am tall. I've been lead by short people and followed them because I believe in them. It is the charisma and intellect, not the vertical measurements.
  • Tall guys are good at basketball and football. There is a reason I threw shot put and discus and did not play basketball or football. I am lousy at those team sports.
  • Tall people are physically awkward. Sort of true. I think we are no more clumsy or awkward than anyone else, especially growing up. The awkward part though is having to fit into small chairs, hit our heads on things, and deal with a world that is not designed for our height. I would not be surprised if short people have the same issues, just in the opposite direction. Where I can not set my car seat back far enough, they can't get it forward enough.
  • Tall men, or those with big feet, are generously endowed. I like that one and will neither confirm nor deny it.

I used to be a math and science teacher. I now teach science and federal compliance stuff at my job. Whenever I am debuting a new course, I always wear my black cowboy boots (my version of high heels) for good luck and also because they are my most comfortable shoes. Once, a coworker noticed this trend and asked me about it. I told him I did that to feel taller and to have more of a presence in the room. He did not know I was joking and stammered out, "But Karl, you are already tall." I had to laugh at that one.

As a photographer, I've noticed many of my photos are taken at my eye level. If the subject is a person, you will see what I see. At the conference I attended last month, I showed two photos of Candace where I am above her. Some of the viewers took a feminist reading of my message of male dominance over the subject. I am not consciously trying to show a dominance in these photos, just sharing what I see. Too be honest, the subjects or models in my photos often have just as much power as I do in the moment. I wonder if shorter photographers are told their work shows a submissiveness message because they are looking up?

At times, I would rather be shorter. Clothes would be easier to find. My knees would be comfortable when sitting in chairs. I would have more choices in the cars I could drive. I wouldn't bump my head on the overhead luggage bins every fucking time I stand up in an airplane. While these are huge inconveniences, I am not about to have six inches cut out of my legs to fit better.

So, what is the point of all this tall talk. Not much. I just saw Avatar, and after seeing the tall blue main characters, I got to thinking about height. To paraphrase a saying from an old post of mine, "It is okay to be recognized as tall or short by those who notice it, just please don't stare."

10.31.2009

Touching the Flesh

PJ Harvey and Nick Cave - Henry Lee
Photo by Rocky Schenck
See the sensual music video here

I learned in my photography class to think about how the model(s) touch skin is important to the photo. We need to see how lightly or tightly we touch the flesh of ourselves or others. This touching adds to the narrative of the story by showing relationship, emotion, alertness, and closeness.

In my work, there are three levels of contact between flesh. They are:

"Kiss the Flesh" - This is when one touches the flesh so softly it is like a butterfly kiss. It is the softest touch around. It can be sensual, comforting, or just getting someone's attention.

Discovering
Photo by Karl


"Caress the Flesh" - This is when you rest your hand, or other body part, caresses the skin, maybe even cupping it. This can be a reassuring touch, a sensual caress, or just resting your hand.

Sigh
Photo by Karl

"Press the Flesh" - This is when one presses into the skin. This could be a grasp, a push, or many other possible examples. This can be sensual hold, a violent grab, or just the photographer resting his chin and jaw in his hand.

Prosperina
Bernini

While there are three degrees of touch, not including pinching, scratching, and other types of contact, there are numerous different messages from each. They can communicate love, caring, anger, caution, arousal, ecstasy, danger, sympathy, and concern among many other messages.

I think showing the touch is a crucial part of the photo. It helps make it human.

Below are examples of the three types. You decide the message sent by it. As you can see, they aren't always erotic, or even caring.

Other Times
Photo by Karl

A Taste
Photo by Karl

Truman Capote, New York, 1965
Irving Penn

Adjustments
Photo by Karl

Richard Avedon
Photo by Irving Penn

"Self Titled"
Photo by Karl

" "
Photo by Karl

Ian Mckellen
Photo by Nadav Kander

Waiting
Photo by Karl

Arm Grab
Photo by Pete Colm

Glamour?
Photo by Karl
Katie 3
Photo by Karl
L and H
Photo by Karl

Couple
Photo by Photobunny

Candace Nirvana 103109
Photo by Karl

Massage
Photo by John Wright

Resting Between Cameras
Photo by Karl

Untitled
Photo from Getty Images

Preliminary Motions
Photo by Karl

Andy Warhol's Scars
Photo by Richard Avedon

Untitled
Photo by Peter Denman

"F O"
Photo by Karl