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The evening before attending my first bar mitvah (quite an honor!), I happened to photograph this setting sun.  So, the following day at the big event, as I read along in the prayer book, the phrase “creating light and fashioning darkness” stood out to me and made me think of this image.

… they did keep falling gently into the puddles.  The puddles had been formed earlier in the morning when the heavy rains fell.  As the rain eased I decided to see what would happen if I tried to photograph the ripples upon the waters.  Afterwards as I played with brightness, contrast and color, the images  reminded me of a watery universe.  I’m not sure why my mind is in the stars of late, but … I am going to go with the flow and so I have created a temporary gallery pairing these water universe pics with my black sands universe series.  Enjoy. 😉

Like Stars in the Sky Gallery

 

dabbling in the dark

Hot off the press, a new photo essay posted on the Creativity Portal …  Finding Inspiration in the Dark.  Enjoy!

 

the smell of space

Salt, cinnamon, smoky paprika and a few peppercorns.  The best part about adding these seasonings into my black sands universe is that every time I reshape things a wonderful aroma arises.

FYI, here’s another cool site for actual space images:  http://www.spacetelescope.org/images/archive/top100/

is creativity a tool?

This morning I received several different examples in my inbox that referenced the use of creativity.  First I received a Daily Reflection courtesy of Alive Now Magazine, a publication in which I’ve had photos appear.  Today’s reflection was “Imagine you are giving a party inviting the poor, crippled, lame, and blind in today’s world. How would you need to engage your creativity to offer them your hospitality?”  You can read the full reflection here. It was strange to see this reflection about using creativity to offer up hospitality, and then to read this NYTimes article and some other articles highlighting how people are engaging their creativity to devise new strategies for relocating the homeless, and not always in positive ways.

A Rodin Sculpture at Boston MFA

A Rodin Sculpture at Boston MFA

The articles made me mad but the reflection brought to mind my mother.  One holiday season she invited to dinner a mentally challenged neighbor.  He had no family coming to visit that year and we had plenty of food.  But, you see, my mom was a very private person.  For others, and maybe even this same man, in the past she had always made up a plate and sent my father or brothers down the street to knock on doors and share some food.  I do not know why she invited this man to our house this time.  I think she was creative in her approach so that she could do this “good deed” and maintain some sense of privacy that was important to her.

Gerber at the Kitchen Table

Gerber at the Kitchen Table

The man was invited to sit in what the family considered “Pop’s chair” in the living room.  My mom served him the first plate, and my dad served him his refills.  After eating, the man watched TV and even took a nap.  My younger brother and I were small enough to ask out loud, and too loud, “When is he leaving?”  She shushed us but I could tell my mom felt the same way.  After he did leave, my mom swore she’d never do such a thing again.  She never did the exact same thing again (that I can remember) but she did do other things of a similar nature — good deeds that sometimes exceeded her comfort zone. Deeds done creatively.

tara’s blue bauble

I have a friend named Tara who loves all things sparkly.  Sometimes she leaves her sparkles behind. On occasion I pick them up, like shells off the beach, to photograph in sunshine.  In this case, the light was dappled as it shone through herbs on the kitchen table.

peaceful interludes

I have always appreciated the “zen of fishing.”  Placing a line in the water and just reflecting on life as I watch the wind make ripples upon the water.  But this time, for the first time, something actually took the bait.  It was a little fellow thrown back into the depths.  We’ll see what happens next time. 😉

the forgotten fern

It grew in a teacup-sized pot.  I was told to keep it in a shady area of the house and I did … but then I’m afraid I tucked it too far into a shadowed corner.  I forgot to water it.  I miss the fern’s green fronds but it is still quite beautiful with its branching strands of gold.

As a child I learned to find Orion’s Belt in the night sky.  But the star that mattered to me most was one whose name I still do not know with certainty.  It was the bright light visible above the neighbor’s house across the street.  Sometimes the speck would become lost in the canopy of the neighbor’s pear tree but inevitably at some point in some season its brightness shone.  My mother, who knew far more about the earth than about the heavens, would point it out to me.  With a smile, she always called it “Mama’s star.”  In the quiet of the night, she would stare up into that sky, at her star, letting her mind roam.  I’ve been lucky as an adult to travel the world and see the night skies from many different vantage points, and I feel lucky to live in an age when what I can’t see telescopes can capture beautifully.

By the way, these are not astronomy photographs.

While thinking about various things this morning, my eyes happened to fall upon the bowl of black sand I used for the recent shells photo shoot.  I suddenly, desperately wanted to try photographing something else against that sand, especially something red.  After deciding that using tomatoes would be bad (since I need them for dinner tonight), I searched and found some unopened tubes of glitter.  As I poured them out onto the sand, the sun made them sparkle like stars.  And thus the inspiration for this post.

Here’s NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html

work in progress by artist Zoe Langosy with characters Coyote, Columbine and Harlequin

work in progress by artist Zoe Langosy with characters Coyote, Columbine and Harlequin

Standing silent in the presence of others, while a friend describes the essence of your work?  It can be an illuminating, humbling experience.  That is what happened to me as collage artist Zoe Langosy described what she saw in some of my photographs.  “There are notes of nostalgia.  I am attracted to cut up stuff that has that dark edge. Through her photography Cynthia captures those parts of nature many people don’t see likes cracks in the ice on a frozen pond or the beauty of a dying flower.  Her images can make you stop, feel and reflect.  In her work, as in my own, there is a reminder that there are two sides to life.  That in order to find balance, we sometimes have to suffer.  The sun rises but it also sets and as a part of that arc there’s the dark beauty to be found at twilight.”  Zoe is currently at work on new pieces for upcoming shows.  As always, I’m honored that she has selected one of my images to use in a collage, in this case birch trees photographed near sunset at the Blue Hills Reservation.  The sun-touched bark will help to create the light in Harlequin’s outfit.

Harlequin, Columbine and Coyote are recurring characters in Zoe’s portfolio, androgynous, melancholic and hauntingly beautiful.  The patchwork of Harlequin’s outfit will also include bits of Japanese paper in dark blue with silver details that reminds Zoe of “a moonlit field at night.”  In the end her patchwork will convey a sense that Harlequin is outfitted in nature.

work in progress by artist Zoe Langosy

work in progress by artist Zoe Langosy

Learn more about Zoe’s works in progress and upcoming exhibits by following her on Facebook.  FYI, she will have several of her original pieces on display during NYC Fashion Week in just a few weeks.  Prints of her work (and her father’s) are available on Etsy.  Enjoy.