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Anulfo Baez writes The Evolving Critic, a Metro Boston Blog for Art, Architectural, Urban Planning and Community Explorations. It is clear when you meet him, or when you read his excellent blog, his passions for art and architecture and for all things that fall in the urban sphere. But what I did not know until I shared my photographs with him was his love for the calla lilly. He has consistently encouraged me to photograph this plant and finally I asked him, “Why? What is it with you and the calla lilly?” What he shared helps me better understand Anulfo, and reminds me of the powerful lingering influences of one’s childhood experiences.

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A Fascination with the Toxic

Image 1: Calla Group by Anulfo Baez

Growing up in a tiny rural town on the Southern coast of the Dominican Republic, meant that I was always surrounded by trees, shrubs and flowers. I grew up with my feet firmly planted on the ground (literally) anxiously looking after our banana, lime, pomegranate, cherry, guava and coconut trees. Flowers like hibiscus, passion flowers, fragrant white oleanders and calla lilies nurtured sweet and colorful memories of my homeland.

More than any of the tropical flowers I grew up knowing and caring after, calla lilies have always been my favorite. I’m fascinated by the elegant trumpet-like flower and their dark green leaves. Through my studies in the history of art and architecture, I’ve noticed that I have not been the only person fascinated with this toxic South African flower ( if ingested, the calla is known for causing oral irritation, intense burning and irritation of mouth, tongue and lips, excessive drooling, vomiting, difficulty swallowing). Artists like Imogen Cunningham, Tina Modotti, Georgia O’Keefe, Diego Rivera and Robert Mapplethorpe among others, have all explored the infinite and awe inspiring beauty of the calla lily.

One of my all time favorite photographers Imogen Cunningham (1883-1976) allowed for a very intimate, almost scientific view of a calla. Often linked to the Precisionists, Cunningham’s later works are in sharp focus and often depict views of American industrialization and modernization. Yet Cunningham today is celebrated for her close-ups of plant forms and female nudes.

Image 2: Imogen Cunningham Calla Lily (1925)

Another photographer whose work I admired is Robert Mapplethorpe, who portrays the calla lily as an extension of the human body. His images of flowers are charged with eroticism, allowing for a deep personal connection between the photograph and those who experience it.

Image 3: Robert Mapplethorpe Calla Lily (1984)

Both Cunningham and Mapplethorpe proved that the possibilities are endless when it comes to photographing callas and as a person who grew up by callas, I can understand and relate to artists who seek to highlight the beauty of the calla lily.

Read more about Anulfo and his views in his own words.

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Sources

Image 1: Anulfo Baez

Image 2: The Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

Image 3: The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Snowbound Beauty

Though I had to cancel a major trip, given the stories emerging about the impact of this most recent storm on the east coast, I certainly have nothing to complain about. Especially not when I can walk by the river and see these sights.

High Notes!

I’ve decided to end the year on a high note by sharing the words and images of others, as well as my own.  First up, a new rendition of Jingle Bells.  Yes, Christimas has passed but as I look out at the remnants of the Blizzard of 2010, I’m still feeling rather jolly and in the holiday spirit.

Jingle_Bells

If I uploaded the song correctly (you know me and technology), then simply click on the above link.  Lead singers are Arianna and Sana with Natasha, Mark and Nicki in the background.  Sana, I am pleased to share, is my young cousin, a talented young woman with a beautiful voice and an artist’s eye.  Below is a self-portrait she painted in high school.  Enjoy and have a good day!

Winter by the River

As I walked along the Charles River yesterday, I found myself transfixed by the winter grasses and the bared branches of the trees.  In the winter light, they became surreal.

Today, as I write this post, a gentle snow falls in the city.  I’ll be curious to see what the river looks like tomorrow!

 

 

Emily’s Owl

For my friend Melissa I photograph frogs.  For Anulfo, I am trying to track down calla lilies.  And for Emily, I keep my eyes open for owls, like this little stone fella.

In the Shadows

A Bird Came Down

A Bird came down the walk —

He did not know I saw —

He bit an Angleworm in halves

And ate the fellow, raw, …

In her poem, A Bird came down the walk, Emily Dickinson doesn’t mention what species of bird she saw devouring its wee prey, but I know the bird I saw engaged in a similar act this past Sunday.

I saw him as I talked on the phone with a friend.  I pace as I talk and so I wandered from window to window on the 2nd floor of the house in which I live.  At some point I paused to look out into the morning as people raced by with umbrellas for the coming rains.  I was about to turn away, to resume my pacing.  I almost didn’t look up.  How close I came to missing the hawk atop the light pole, plucking at its prey. As he ate, the people below remained unaware of his presence and seemingly never noticed the few bits of fur and bone at their feet.  The bird noticed them and he noticed me, cocking his head to stare, until he finally finished his meal.  An unbelievable gaze to be sure.  I’ve got some video footage that I may be able to share at some point, but meanwhile, here’s the gaze of another feathered fellow.  He stared me down one day along the Charles River Esplanade.

Do you believe in animal totems?  Well, the hawk would certainly be one of mine!

 

Color Alterations

A very gray day here in the Boston area.  Makes it easy to spend time creating these colorful prints.  Not sure of their final presentation.  Maybe print them out on watercolor paper and place in a dark wood frame?  Perhaps print on silk and create a scarf or a wall hanging?  All of the images are of branches reflected in water.

 

 

Violet Monday

Looking for a quick Monday morning photography project, my eyes settled upon a bottle of violet liqueur. I decided to photograph a bit of the purplish liquid in a small clear glass.

The sun came out as I was setting up the shot, and suddenly reflected in the surface of the liqueur were the leaves of herbs and other plants nearby, including an African Violet.  I plucked a blossom and photographed violet upon violet.

Then I decided to try my hand at changing some of the digital features.

I’ve yet to finish reviewing and processing many of the images, but so far I think the sepia ones have turned out best. 😉

 

 

 

 

 

I used to write a lot of fantasy short stories.  This fellow, whose acquaintance I made this morning, certainly inspires me to try my hand again at the genre.  He reminds me of a winged Little Prince staring off into the depths of space, dreaming of home.  But that’s the romantic in me.

In fact, my alien prince is a petite moth who settled upon a warm window that, unfortunately for it, grew cold in the night.

By morning when I saw it, it rested in the melting condensation.

A few photos and then with the most minimal image manipulation, my buggy friend became an errant prince embarking into the unknown.