among dandelions- Griffin Museum of Photography 23rd Juried Exhibition

Thanks so much to juror, Hamidah Glasgow for acceptig me into this exhibition at the Griffin Museum of Photography... i am truly honored and humbled....

it’s a space i’ve always wanted to be ....not only bc of the wonderful shows and work that is done there.. but bc Paula Tognarelli is at the helm..... a person i admire, and think truly has the back of photographers... ushering, mentoring them on as they try to make a path... as does Hamidah Glasgowthe juror, whom i equally admire for all she does for the Center For Fine Art Photography... a place i have been fortunate enough to have exhibited for several group portrait shows since 2006...... two wonderful women who work hard and tirelessly ... so im grateful and look forward . Thank you

http://griffinmuseum.org/23rd-juried-exhibition/

head in the sand

Thanks to A Smith Gallery for including me in their “Summertime” exhibition. 

One of my most favorite times of the year to shoot.... when people are more care-free... letting go of the tension and inhibitions of the regular year....... ironic..... my photo is “head in the sand”.... 

Juror | Sandrine Hermand-Grisel
Exhibition dates | June 16 to July 30, 2017
Reception | June 24 and July 29, 2017 both from 4 to 8pm 

http://asmithgallery.com/upcoming-exhibitions/

A beautiful old face

a beautiful old face.. the smile... as he walks down a country road.. where i spot him and practically propel myself out of a moving car.. driven to him like a magnet...
one can imagine the years lived.. what history is carried within..... oh the stories and memories he could share...

 

we meet on the street

we meet on the street.. she is walking towards me barefoot with a huge grin ear to ear......she slows down and pauses near me and touches my arm.......... i can see she wants to share exchanges, so i practice with the spanish I’ve been accumulating over years of studying on Skype and talk with her

I learn some about her family..the life she lives with her son that lives conveniently just around the corner......... surprised, as we are about to part, she invites me to walk along with her and back to her home.... these are the kinds of moments that remain indelible in my mind...... Inside she introduces me to many family members... including other elders and children.......with pride she shows me her family home.....along with the chickens...cats and dogs running amidst the yard......what they are cooking from the huge outdoor oven.. with its billowing smoke.......tortillas being made by the dozens....... and her bedroom off in a small sacred space of her own.... picking up items that are special to her... a radio that looks like it came from another era.....

45 mins later, with a stranger from another world.. yet not a stranger at all... she feels familiar.. like my grandmothers.. yet two women.... different tongues.... diff backgrounds, nationalities...... generations apart ... but same... Always the same denominator........ 

it's more about what we have in common.. our humanity, connections, than what separates us...
we part with a hug.. i take several photos.. mostly she has these huge bursting smiles.. i tell her how beautiful she looks... (to me the face is wrinkled with the history of time, a life long lived) .......embarrassed.. humbled... she hides her smile and part of her face... we say goodbye

the hand in the window

an older ladies face peers from a dark opening..... when my gaze is elsewhere she watches me... but when i lift my head and turn her way she connects with me, holds steady staring....even exchanges a smile.... but then as if shy or uncertain she slips into the darkness. 

her hand remains steady, resting on the ledge... alone it has an eerie feel, like a disconnected object, but it draws me in closer.... i cannot resist it when i know it is attached to someone who is lurking and peering at me from a dark space.

shortly thereafter , the hand finally moves away.. and closes the shuttered window.

the vintage postcard


for years I’ve collected vintage postcards from the caribbean........mostly jamaica and haiti.....but other islands..... and there are so many stacked up in my tin boxes and on the wall... I’ve often thought about creative ways to use them.. but also to keep them as document....

but then it came to me that it would be great to try to replicate some of my own images into a past-time capsule.. create vintage postcards that would be reflective of the ones i have spent years to collect..... and  because a lot of the places i go and the photos i capture lend to the type of imagery that would have been made into postcards of the time