Gallery Space

This is for those living out of town and unable to see the show in the gallery space. My work looks very sophisticated here. I am quite honored to be exhibited in a place as beautiful. And since it is in such a well known building in Nashville the show will be visited by many people. First day the show was hung, there were over 400 visitors.

Yesterday I spent time with a very supportive group of women photographers. It was safe for me to accompany them since I feel like I am out on a limb in my underwear.

Thank you for joining me in our quasi opening - Susan, Andrea, Angela, Mary Claire, Donna and Sheri (how the hell did I forget). You were all very kind and gracious.

Nashville's Soul: Images of the Sacred

Tomorrow my show opens to the public at the Parthenon East Gallery and it hangs till October 31st. I love that is closes on Halloween. How fitting a closing date for a photo exhibit on Spirituality.

Today it was announced in the Nashville Scene. More on my approach and more images to been seen are on my other Blog set up for the exhibit. I hope to post a movie clip of how it looks in the gallery space later. It is a wonderful space and I am quite honored to be invited by the curator Susan Shockley. I would love for many of those having received announcements that live out of town to see the wonderful gallery.

Susan and Brenna Cothran, Assistant Curator, are hanging it now and I have been banished from the procedure. Fine by me. They know best and I am looking forward to the surprise. After 3 years in the making/thinking/planning I am more than willing to let go of it.

My show was printed by Chromatics, framed by Ambiance by Parker and film was donated by Dury's. I am flattered by having been supported by these very successful, well known businesses. Thank you Mike, Ginny and Ron for your generosity, expertise and commitment.

The project has been a wonderful adventure that I will continue. There is so much more to explore visually, emotionally and psychologically in this subject and many topics can arise out of it. I plan to delve deeper into the project. Things are a brewing.

Don't Wake the Baby by Elvis Wilson

Elvis Wilson, DCFF award winner among other awards for his documentary Being Lincoln, is interviewed tonight by Kris Rommel at Derby City Film Fest. He came to me to be the DP of his new short, Don't Wake the Baby. I am excited and so very proud to be a part of his creation.

If you want to hear his interview, it starts about at 35 minutes into the recording. Around 45 minutes is Elvis talking about the Don't Wake the Baby. He is entertaining as always and so complimentary to me.

Thank you Elvis.

The beauty of the film was made possible by our Art Director, Chris Long. He could become an interior designer if ever he got the wild hair. I still think about the warm, cozy and believable bedroom he created with a very limited budget.

Above is a photo from the film that we hope tells a little bit about the story. We had the privilege of working with Teri Duchaine as our lead actress as you see here. Every time I watch the clips of her in emotionally packed scenes I get chill bumps. We will be seeing more of her, I am sure.

And our precious children...what can I say. They were fabulous; us adults could learn a little from their amazing patience.

July 4th Remembered

Summertime has proven to be a time of scarcity for diary entries and I guess it is true for my blogging too. I think once I have images processed and scanned from San Francisco I will have something to show and tell.

I treated myself to a west coast visit for my birthday. One thing I don't want to forget, that I was unable to photograph and my skills at drawing in my journal are lacking, is the bonfires on the beach at Carmel by the Sea. I have never seen this before - maybe I've seen it in movies and I've heard people talk about crab boils and such. This experience was special. There were so many. As we were climbing the dunes from a full moon walk on the beach, after watching dolphins and sea otters playing in the surf, heading for our cozy little beds, I glance down the beach towards the southern end of Carmel. Far off in the distance I see glowing yellow specks everywhere. Even though I was exhausted from a long day of driving, and walking, and playing I had to push on. So we returned to the beach and roamed among the parties of families and friends gathered around their respective fires. Each fire was unique. Some were buried in the sand with sand benches circling it, elaborately fashioned into a sort of lounge like setting and others simply thrown together to be blown about by the wind. Some families where either gathering things to head home, or eating or preparing dinner while the kids darted about playing tag. Some parties where quietly talking while they sipped their drinks. Others were not so quiet-laughing, teasing, yelling for something they needed. And then some groups just stared into their fires. I liked the simple and quiet ones the best.

I want to always remember the feeling I had as we meandered by. We were surrounded on all sides and it was magical. I had such a nostalgic feeling. It was perfect fireworks for this 4th of July. I like this holiday to be wholesome and simple. Hold the big bang and bring on the sparklers for me.