How is everyone? Seriously. I've practically forgot about.... well not you per se, just forgot to check up on dA.
The blame lies not only in the sheer amount of work that I had, the pressure I placed on my self and the anxiety that soon followed, but also with the fact that my camera and I were having trouble finding anything worth capturing. What is beautiful? What is beauty? Do I want something beautiful in this shot? Perhaps something that is perceived by society as adverse or "ugly" is indeed beautiful... such as imperfections.
I've noticed the trend in poetry and in thought...not to mention cliches of love, beauty, and perfection being attributed, associated or compared with nature and particularly, flowers.
I bought some flowers the other day, on a whim, I passed "The Garden" in Woodbury, CT and thought to myself, "I really want to buy a plant." And so I did. It felt really good. I bought this really nice plant that has smallish yellow flowers. I like to look at it, touch it, smell it, because it just brings me a sense of peace (in a biological sense it probably just up my serotonin or something).
On Sunday, 17th of July I was outside for the better part of the day, because it was soooo nice out, and once the sun had gone and the melanin production in my skin went back to normal I sat on my back porch with my plant... just lookin' at it. Then I got an idea... and idea that I had not had in quite some time. I wanted to take pictures... do you realize how long it's been since I've taken a photograph? -a good photograph for the sake of art? A LONG time.. for crying out loud my last upload was in September and it was a piece of poetry!
So there I was snapping away and I started to think about taking a flower of the plant and taking a self-portrait with it... I looked for perfect ones... but then I couldn't bring myself to take the nicest ones of the plant. And so I looked to other blooms, noticing all of the little intricate details and how none of them were as per definition perfect... and in their imperfection I came to think that they were indeed perfect because of it! And then I wondered if nature, perfect in it's imperfection... and I, and you, and your family, friends and lovers are products or extensions of nature...aren't we all perfect?
Why yes I believe we are. And so I present to you a collection of my latest photographs that I took to illustrate this concept. -they won't be all up at once because it's late and I'm watching Lord of the Rings.
I hope you've been well,
Marina Frances Coddaire
Peace out and don't pout.