I have discovered figs at 71 years old. Never too late. I saw a 17th century still life painting with them and decided to try a 2016 version. Later on this month some will be available for prints up to 36in by 36 in. I’ve got another small carton of figs to photograph waiting patiently on the counter. My Italian hairdresser told me to slice the fig in half and press an almond in the center of one half and then attach the other half like a sandwich and bake it in oven for 20 minutes. So far, I haven’t eaten one of them. Later this month, I’ll post a series I did following cataract surgeries. In between eye drops, I’d look at roses in gardens and at the store and see eyes. Everywhere, eyes.
I am into my fruity phase. Pears and Dragon Fruits this week. First up, dragon fruit. Photographed them. That was the easy part. Then, what to do? The encaustic process? Or, Leave it be?
I decided to do both but with different images. The encaustic photo transfer image was the yellow textured and painted background. Why? Photo Transfers of lighter and bright colors seem to work better with my textured and digitally painted photos. I textured the photo on left first. Then, brought it into Topaz Impressions. Worked on several choices, Van Gogh 2, Jim Salla Oil, Georgia O’Keefe 1 but ultimately went with an odd choice: Obscurity 1. I hardly ever use that one. But I liked what it did to the background and the exterior fringe of the dragon fruit. Then, I layered that look with the textured one and masked in the details of the center of the fruit as all of that had been obscured in “Obscurity”.
Then, I did a photo transfer.
After letting the transfer dry thoroughly, I put a layer of the wax that is meant for a topcoat or basecoat only. It dries clear. Very different than the regular encaustic medium. I tried this instead of varnish for reasons mentioned in last post about My Encaustic Flat World. After the wax layer was dry, I used an oil stick to fix the holes and to enhance the fruit color. A little blast of heat gun from higher angle than I’d use on a straight mounted photo!
So, now, I’ve got these two pondering to be or not to be and meanwhile my bosc pear got over-heat-gunned by someone. Oy. Word to the Wise: A photo transfer is much more vulnerable to the heat gun than a straight mounted photo. So, the Bosc Pear will have to wait to next post.
A farmer’s market on Labor Day weekend is a garden photographer’s sweet spot providing baskets of cascading peppers of all hues and shapes.
Edward Weston photographed green peppers over a long period of time before he settled on the images we now know as Pepper #30.
To those who repeatedly found something sexual in his imagery, he said:
“As you like it ‒ but this is just a pepper ‒ nothing else ‒to the impure all things ‒ are impure.”[
It’s 4th of July. I celebrate the freedom of creativity.
I read in the paper that Robin Williams has returned for a tune-up of sorts to the Hazelton, Minn rehab clinic that he had gone to earlier in his life. It is not, his spokesman said, because he lapsed in his sobriety but just needs to recalibrate. I totally understand that.
He said in 2006 about his decision to go to rehab after 20 years of sobriety:
“It’s [addiction] — not caused by anything, it’s just there. It waits. It lays in wait for the time when you think, ‘It’s fine now, I’m OK.’ Then, the next thing you know, it’s not OK. Then you realize, ‘Where am I? I didn’t realize I was in Cleveland.'”
I’m Weight Watcher member who reached my goal five years ago and has beaten the odds by maintaining it, but every day the truth of his last sentence could just as easily be “Then you realize, “What? I didn’t realize I ate the whole cake.”
I’ve had to learn to apply creativity to my diet. I photograph cakes now instead of eating them. It is a freedom of choice worth celebrating. Creativity really is the best health plan. I am now learning to digitally paint my photographs of cakes with Topaz filters.
The secret to not eating them?
I photograph them in the case at the store and don’t bring them home.
I’m in rehab every day, making decisions, sometimes bad ones, then, recalibrating, always aware that those lost pounds are circling the neighborhood just waiting till I say, “It’s fine now. I’m OK.”
I’m not fine. Never will be. Cakes are pretty. Three truths on this Independence Day 2014.
I wish you the best, Robin Williams.
It’s St. Patrick’s Day. I have nothing green in my wardrobe so I bought a green cabbage. Except that I hate cabbage or, at least, thought I did. I made the Cabbage and Onion torte recipe from the NYTimes and now, thanks to Pepperidge Farms Flaky Crust and Melissa Clark, I am a cabbage lover.
You can teach an old dog as long as it has a flaky crust.