To Photo Hell and Back

I’d had the photo morning from hell. Camera sensor had some schmutz on it that appeared to show Sasquatch emerging from my local pond.  The sky had no clouds and in my line of work, clouds make a sunrise.  I had a case of fumble fingers that nearly deep six’d my 85mm lens.  I decided to get in the car and get home before I was another news story of elderly woman mistaking the accelerator for the brake and driving up the side of a building.

But, I decided to stop at the railroad crossing and wait for the 6:05 commuter train to Boston.

I took the video but just moments before it turned the corner, I took one of the better photos of my sunrise series.  Schmutz and all.

I love creativity.  One minute you are in hell and in the next the 6:05 takes you out.

The Bridge to Red Hot

Bridges, like this one  to Newport, Rhode Island, span deep waters. They are also magnets for those with troubled dreams. This blog is about jumping into deep waters through creativity and definitely not from steel railings.

It is every bit as transforming as death except for one ironic thing: you are more alive than when you started.

But, there is a cost.

You have to say “yes” to your own creativity and you have to encourage someone else to tap their own creativity.

Bridges to creativity are not made of steel but of one word, “Yes”.

Yes, I’ll pick up that brush. Yes, I’ll pick up that yarn I saw in the store. Yes, I’ll take that course. Yes, you should try that thing you’ve always wanted to do.

Bill Murray recently was asked to present an award to Sofia Coppola. If I, with this blog on creativity, can encourage you to go into your own deep waters when life hits your hard, as it always will, with just half the humor and truth, we’ll all be the better for it.

Here is the text of his remarks, reprinted from the NYTIMES, Carpetbagger. He was drinking a can of “Red Hot” during the speech.

“They told me I have two minutes. I’m going to pop this Red Hot, so I can finish in two minutes. [He pops the Red Hot.]

Why to give this award, why? Because you have to throw a party. Because you have to compete with the Golden Globes. We all ask that question, if you were able to get out tonight, celebrate, without your relatives, you’ve earned it, you deserve it. Meredith [Viera, the host] is doing a really a good job moving the crowd along, isn’t she? [Applause as he mouths the Red Hot] Why would you give it to Sofia Coppola, why? Because you want to encourage her, I think. I think that’s the real reason. Look at her. [yelling] Look at her! She comes from a family, mother and father, both very successful creating entertainments and amusements and thought-provoking work. She wrote a spec on script for the ‘Virgin Suicides.’ The ambition of these young people, can you believe it? The ambition. She got the job as the director. She directed ‘Lost in Translation’ in another country and another language and got a prize for it. God, this is a hot, hot Red Hot. I’m not going to fool you people because I got another half in my pocket. [He pops it in.] I got one-and-a-half in my mouth right now.

Then she decided to work in France and do ‘Marie Antoinette.’ A woman who was beheaded, not a sympathetic creature, you know what I mean. A lot of directors who would pass on that. Who do you root for, you know? She did that beautiful, beautiful movie and now she’s done this ‘Somewhere,’ which takes place – somewhere. I know, it’s the west coast, southern California basin. So why do you give this person an award? You give them an award because they need to be encouraged. You can look around this room and you could look around the world of film and you can see people that had great success early in your career. Some earned it, some were lucky, some got it, but in a certain point they live life, they get into life. Like Sofia’s gotten into life. She’s married, now she’s got a French lover [Thomas Mars, the singer of the band Phoenix]. She has two children, beautiful children by this French lover — and honestly I’m sick of these directors with the homely kids, I can’t stand it anymore! – she’s got beautiful children and she lives with a man who is the only Frenchman that could ever play rock and roll, ever. [Expletive] Johnny Hallyday! [Beat] Pardon [beat] my [beat] French.

So why do you encourage these people, because now she’s had this success, she’s had this work, she has this life, she has this family, she has this thing going and now is when people like you have chosen well to say, let’s give this person another boost, let’s give this public person another boost, to say, keep going, because now life will come to you, hard, like it’s come to everyone that’s lived long enough, it comes hard, it gets in the way of your career, it stops your career, it stunts your life. It definitely will make your career go left. You show me an actor doing a [expletive for terrible] movie, I’ll show you a guy with a bad divorce. [Looking directly at someone in the audience] You know who I’m talking about!

I want the best for her because she’s a lady, she acts like a lady. The women in her movies are ladies, they have strength and they have power and they’re strong. Even the pole dancers in this movie had enough of themselves to call the lead actor a moron, as all you women should call your men this evening – pole or not. Give her a boost to say, go on, you’ve made it this far, push her out into the deep water, push her out into bigger and deeper films, more and more films. She has a beautiful eye, she has great taste in the people she chooses to work with, she’s a kind and thoughtful director and editor and producer. She’s all the things that we hoped we could be when we work like this. She’s been lucky so far and she’s been strong so far. Let’s keep her going. I appreciate your asking her to receive this award for filmmaking achievement. Miss, Ms. Ms. Ms. Sofia Coppola.

Ms. Coppola, after giving Mr. Murray a hug on stage, said, “I just got a whiff of Red Hot.”

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I don’t know about you but I’m going to the store to get a six pack of “Red Hot” right now.

©Pat Coakley

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Mad Woman

Where have I been?  Let’s put it this way, if AMC needed to cast for their award winning TV show  “Mad Men” (advertising agency from the 60′s) they’d just have to cast one person, your “moi-ness”, SFAR.

I have become an ad agency.  Who knew?  Me, who lives one exit from the world’s most popular mall and has been there exactly once in two years.  Me, who never wears jewelry, now has a Deluxe Jewelry Photographer’s Kit complete with “dazzler” bulb.  I’m not kidding.  I love photographing jewelry.  Just don’t ask me to wear it.  I’m a bit eccentric, of course.  And, I don’t think I could do this for someone I didn’t love (my cousin, Mary) which may restrict the pool for future clients.  Let me see how would this “meeting” go….”I’m sorry, I can’t work with you because frankly I’m not feelin’ the love.”

So, you see, I’ve got to work on a better business strategy.

I’ve became all the characters: creative director, art director, accounts manager, product photographer, copywriter, graphic designer, and buxom secretary.

Well, that last part needs props.

Here is a little video of the “stuff” that I’ve been doing.  Or, if you prefer to see the exact ads, you can go to a gallery on my website called, “Palm Beach Ads”. Its the first one when you go to www.patcoakley.com.  Most were published in print but some on web.

I am awaiting a UPS package of some more jewelry tomorrow and my dazzler bulb is all a twitter.

Cousin Mary sells fashion, too, and gifts of serious and whimsical varieties.

On my agenda is to write once weekly on Waving or Drowning, on the subject of creativity, which as many of you know, I consider a life saver in every sense of that word. Of course, I haven’t done one yet, but I’ll let you know when I turn the dazzler bulb off and stop procrastinating.  (PS.  I just wrote the first installment.  Thank you, Bill Murray.)

I am putting SFAR out to blog pasture, and it also coincides with my no longer having cable TV or a land line.  Yep, my hermit credentials are increasing by the hour.  What’s next, a cabin in Montana?

The only difference between me and the Unibomber these days is I have my hair done once a month.

Yep, the time has come.  But, I’m still going to visit all of you and your sites cuz Mad Woman may be mad but she is not crazy.  She knows that the only folks who probably thought this type of venture possible would have been you.

Creativity needs encouragement and I bow at the waist for all you have given me.

As my father (W1KKP were his call letters) would say in his sign-off to his ham radio worldwide buddies he’ d speak to every day…he’d say this into his large steel mesh microphone after each session of talking back and forth across the world.

“Over and Out. W-One-King-King-Peter.”

©Pat Coakley 2011

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Letter to My Late Brother

I’ve been asked to give a seminar on digital collage to a group of college students studying design.  Their semester project is a collage of their own about someone in their life who is dead but who still affects their life.

Rather than talk abstractly or work from previous collages, I decided to do my own and break down the process.  I am giving the seminar on October 13, the 12th anniversary of my brother’s funeral, so the subject of my collage was not far from focus.

The starting paper was made from a National Geographic page of their current newstand magazine about the Oil Spill.  I sponged on some Citra-Solv, a detergent I bought in Whole Foods, which was applied to the surface for about 15 minutes with a bit of saran wrap covering it.  The detergent lifts the inks somehow and after the 10 minutes,  I massaged (there’s no other word for what i was doing, sorry) with my fingers (very gently) the saran wrap this way and that until I liked the resulting abstract image.  Then, I photographed it every which way until I ran out of angles or interest.  At the time I was doing this particular page, I had no idea I’d use it in this project.

The second image is a portrait of my brother I took when I was just learning photography in 1973 in Heidelberg, Germany and he came to visit me.  I remember this visit like it was yesterday and that is a bloody miracle because during it I had the worst hangover of my life.  In fact, the morning he left, I struggled to wake-up following a night of dedicated visiting every establishment that served alcohol in downtown Heidelberg.  I have no idea what size my head was but larger than the size of his suitcase which I tripped over as we hurried out the door.

I had to drive him to Frankfurt airport and we were late.  In order for my head not to explode, I had to put the top down on my blue VW convertible which, on a sunny day and you are not going 75 miles an hour, was a great thing.  But, on this day it wasn’t sunny, it was foggy and misting, and my VW Bug’s accelerator was on the floor and 75 mph was all I could do as trucks and other cars swept by going 90 and 100 mph, shrouding us both in clouds of wet mist.  He was laughing as I told him with last night’s mascara and eye make-up drizzling down my face as each passing vehicle whooshed by us, that I hoped we survived this bleepin’ trip to the airport.

This citra-solv process I first heard about from carolking.wordpress.com and then once again on lesliepaints.wordpress.com.  Both women are painters whose work always teaches me something.

This portrait is not completed btw.  It is as they say, “a work in progress”.

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©Pat Coakley 2010

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Step One

If a journey, a course, a distance and lifetime of a thousand or even a kabillion miles begins with one step, consider this step one.

I’ve got to do something new.

This– whatever it is– began with this photo taken while walking from the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston (and a wow experience with work from Jasper Johns and Jim Dine) to a doctor’s appointment.  A walk, a city, a museum which opened in the 1870′s and is about to open a new wing in November, and a 65 year old photographing her feet.

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(Thanks to painters Carol King and Bonnie Luria for showing/explaining their work in progress and getting the ol’girl on board with showing the evolution of a new direction.)

©Pat Coakley 2010

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A Harry Callahan Kinda Love

The divine Donald Diddams (I am working out his nickname- 3D, Triple D, Divine Double D but am verging on Victoria’s Secrets so have to decide on just one) raised an issue on his blog about the cross pollination of  influences we all have when making “aahrt” in this global, internet age.  We are a click away from someone else’s vision and does it homogenize our view or expand it?

Recently, I went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and saw three exhibits that triggered my creativity button.  I’ve already blogged about Luis Melendez and posted some images here and here which I did after seeing his exhibit.   You can view pieces from this exhibit( and two others I’ll talk about) on this website, arttattler.com.

After viewing some of Melendez’s images,  I think you’ll agree that no one would look at my images and say, “Damn, that’s a Luis Melendez’s knock-off!”  (I wish, btw.  I friggin’ wish.)

But, what I took away was being in the presence of an artist with great love of his subject.  A subject, I share in common with him.  Does it sound too goofy to say after viewing his still-lifes, I wanted to love my subject just a bit more passionately?  If this is cribbing, bring me more of it and if some skill comes with it, so much the better.

But, today, it’s Harry Callahan, an American Photographer, whose work was also on display and some of his images I actually have in my own portfolio.  What?  Yes, images taken by me but images he would recognize.  The one posted is exhibit A.  Was it taken by Mr. Callahan. No.  Had I seen Mr. Callahan’s work when I took it?  No.  But when I saw his images, I did a double-take.  I thought he might have been under the same tree in England,  He displayed multiple frames of his tree.  All of them were different angles from this image.   I took this many years ago, so many years ago that it was in slide form and I had to scan it into digital form.

This exhibit would also be affirming to Razzbuffnik as I saw several of his shots in the Callahan exhibit also.  On the arttattler.com, it is the street scene of a woman passing him.  It looked the black and white version of many street scenes Razz has taken, most recently on his recent trip to Europe, Spain and Portugal.  You can view several of Razz’s street images HERE.

I think my Lucy five cents on this topic of cross-pollination is that while we may stand under the same tree, or walk on the same streets, or strand of beach, what we shoot is invariably different.  Our own personalities cannot be “lifted” either consciously or unconsciously.  But, our love of our subject can grow more passionate by viewing other artists’ work..

The image from the Callahan’s exhibit that has caused me the most reflection can be seen HERE.   Those familiar with this blog know I am totally taken with the architecture of Queen Anne’s Lace in all four seasons.  I know I shall be visiting them soon with this image in mind.

And, Divine Triple D, I think that’s a very very good thing, as Martha would say.

Here’s what Harry Callahan said about the subject:

In order to make a statement about one’s photography, there should be some statement about oneself. I started photography as a hobbyist in 1938 at the age of 26.  I had had no formal training.  In 1941, as a member of the Detroit Photo Guild, I saw and recognized for the first time some fine photography by Ansel Adams.  This was a revelation.  It led me to search out my own way of photographing intuitively.  Searching and stumbling revealed to me that my photography would be one of continual change.

That about covers it, 3D, don’t you think?

Let’s raise our glasses for a toast.

(sounds of “tap tap tap” on a crystal glass)

“Here’s to MORE Pollination!.”

(sounds of bees buzzing and/or mouse clicks)

©Pat Coakley 2010.

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Track Nine

Ok.  I admit it.

I listened to not one minute of the Heath Care Summit this weekend.

I read Frank Rich’s column, The Axis of the Obsessed and Deranged, in the NYTimes and got so depressed at the truth of it that I went into Boston to see an art exhibit that just opened.

Roni Horn, an artist who explores identity profoundly and surprisingly named her exhibit,  Roni Horn aka Roni Horn.

She is hard to describe.  1.Sculptor.  Check.  2. Photographer. Check. 3. Painter. Check. 4.Conceptual artist.  Double check.

Here’s my attempt at # 2 and #3.

I got on the train back home at track #9 with more optimism for my obsessed and deranged world than when I got off the train and before I’d seen the exhibit.

Thank you, Roni Horn.

I don’t think six hours of listening to the Health Care Debate would have done that.   Do you?

©Pat Coakley 2010

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Gale Force December

I must really really like photography.

It is 9 degrees.

I’m at the beach.

Gale force winds predicted for all day.

Gusts up to 55 mph.

Me crazy.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for your creativity?

©Pat Coakley 2009

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Darkness Cannot Surround Creativity

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Visit the  Lens Blog of the New York Times today which features a photographer, Brenda Ann Kenneally.  Her photos are called, ” Upstate Girls”.

It demonstrates the power of one’s own creativity when darkness creeps into our room and takes over.  In this artist, it is about demonstrating what human beings look like in a black hole from which no light escapes.  It reminds me, and perhaps other creative souls who visit this blog, that the impulse to create is not first about aesthetic beauty but, simply, putting a light on.

A single unshaded light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a chain is all we need find.

It’s about our hands trying to find that chain, our fingers waving in a line hoping to grasp it.  Creativity is the gift of knowing it is there even if we must struggle to find it.  But, finally, creativity is about finding and pulling that chain, (releasing that shutter, painting that single brush stroke, writing that one sentence) and telling the truth as only we know it.

It is a reminder I needed this rainy, gray morning for all sorts of reasons.

Perhaps, you may need this reminder, too?

©Pat Coakley 2009

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A Year Ago My Pretties

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I’m back.

Driving a new car with a wider windshield but still taking out of focus photographs from behind the wheel.

Back thinking more about images as narrative than the art of the negotiating a car deal.

And, this one, taken this morning (actually four images) has the story arc of this past year.

The blinding white light reportedly seen just before or right after death is there and that’s what precisely a year ago I felt I was seeing.

Not my physical death, although it felt physical at times, but the steady demise of this nation’s fiscal muscle as well as mine.

A year ago, I wrote a post about my Sky is Fallin’ friend, Jim, whose eulogy I gave in 2005.  The economic crisis that began in September of ’08 was a moment (as it turned out, months of moments) when I needed my friend to put the pieces of the sky back where it belonged.

Now, a year later, on the same day, September 16, 2009, I have bought a new car.

What happened?  I wasn’t buying bottled water, never mind a new car, a year ago.

Essentially, I went to the school of  ‘Take Control of What You Can’ on a yellow school bus in three notorious areas of volatility: creativity, finances and health.  My exposure to volatility in all areas still exists but is more in line with my age and height, risk tolerance, and in the case of my creativity, in line with my talents.  Sounds simple but oh baby what a wild ride on this yellow bus careening through the streets.

A ride that was filled with dizzy, vertiginous, rolling, month after month of sickening hairpin turns but I earned my degree and learned I can survive, albeit still slightly out of focus, by my own wits and creativity– every day, rain or shine, snow or sleet and ice–and, in so doing, can be my own sky is fallin’ friend.

This past week of real world car shopping transformed me from a woman who felt like bursting into tears upon entering the showroom, to the one who negotiated a respectable deal (Thanks to niece, Alice, and her suggestion of buying the Consumer Reports New Car Buying Guide) but don’t get me wrong.  The dealer still made money on the car but at least I didn’t go, “Oh, I love THAT one!”, pointing to a cherry tomato red Toyota RAV4, and immediately write the check.

I’d personally like to thank Hank Paulson, Ben Bernanke, Tim Geithner, and that cast of world financial advisers and leaders who had to make very unpopular decisions, and I’m sure unthinkable decisions, starting a year ago, to prevent this economy and economies world wide, from totally melting down and settling my inner rattling cage to manageable levels.  The economy isn’t “fixed” but at least I’m not hiding six months of living expenses in my volumes of W.B Yeats letters and poetry instead of a potentially failing bank or money market account, as I did at one point last October.

My gratitude extends out to my weekly Weight Watchers meeting attendees, as well, who sometimes make me laugh out loud (e.g.: last week, a woman who apparently drives a great deal and who has lost 70 lbs, gave the group this tip,  “Just throw the wrappers (of candy bars, snacks, crackers) on the car floor and add up the points at the end of the day) as we get healthier and to those blogging and real world friends who take the time to comment on my creativity, day after day, week after week.

But, just so you know–I still don’t buy bottled water.  I get my 6-8 glasses a day straight from the tap.

©Pat Coakley 2009

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