The Twilight Hour

The twilight hour is when all the magic happens. In terms of lighting that is. The only pictures I took of my weekend in the Gunks was to capture a some shadows. I've also been very intrigued lately with using a square format for pictures especially in terms of setting up a compositions, so I decided to test out my cropping skills, too.

Rainy Days

My thoughts are trying hard to compete with the rain outside my window.

The wind has been howling for hours and it's making me oh so lazy. I haven't the slightest impulse to leave the four walls of my bedroom and I have no problem with that fact.

Notes

I had completely forgotten about this until I was looking through some random papers the other day. When we leave notebooks, my dad likes to leave notes. Lots of times they are to my mother, or they are about things he has done, or is going to do. Parts of them tend to be confusing, but for the most part you can understand what he is trying to convey.

This weekend I left a notepad out again and today when I came home I found this note.
Ever since he had a mild stroke in 2006, his handwriting has been all over the place and his spelling hasn't been the greatest either. I remember when I was younger how I would call him the human dictionary. He seemed to know how to spell everything, as well as how to explain everything. Maybe he'll start writing me letters.

Studio Journal: Recent Happenings

Things have been moving a little slower as of late. Thanksgiving came and went. It's nearly December. I haven't been as productive as I wish I could be, but this is what I've been working on as of late with my dad.

Group Show

Studio Journal - Phillip Toledano

In regards to starting my project about my father, it was recommended that I look at Days with My Father, by Phillip Toledano. I have never been moved to tears before by artwork, but these photographs hit so close to home. Already I feel this will be one of the biggest influences upon my upcoming work and the series is nothing short of beautiful.

Studio Journal - My Dad

I've been thinking a lot about what my interiors work is turning into and after taking pictures again at my house, I started to think about photographing my father. He's 75 years old and his age, as well as health is beginning to catch up on him. It is an extremely sensitive subject for me and I am hoping that this can serve as a type of "phototherapy."

Here are a few shots from when we hung out together a few weekends ago.