Inspiring Remakes

I am having a semi-lucid moment when I’m thinking about something else besides my old, rusty uterus.
Ok, it was more like procrastinating on the interwebs versus actual thinking, but I digress…
I was perusing A Cup of Jo’s previous posts and was so inspired by the Remake Project.

These are wonderful submissions of artists recreating old paintings via photographs.  I am inspired and in awe all at the same time, I kept on saying ‘wow’ to myself.  Here are a few of my faves, and I hope they leave you with wonderment and inspiration as well.

Have a great Wednesday.

Frida Kahlo and Degas remakes

J.A.D. Ingres Remake

Gustave Courbet and Henry James Draper Remake

I’m awake

If a day goes by without me doing something related to photography,
It’s though I’ve neglected something essential to my existence
As though I had forgotten to wake up.

~ Richard Avedon

I may not have been posting a lot lately, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been clicking away.  It distracts me from the constant waiting. . . and the worrying. . . and the kvetching. . .

Sylvain, New Orleans

Crooked, New Orleans

Fragmented

Wide Open

Fun kind of Chaos

I am literally beside myself and my mind is circling so fast it’s resembling the wheel that little pet gerbils run on in some weird child’s bedroom.  (Let’s be honest, it’s weird to have a pet gerbil as a child, let alone any type of rodent; and my question to any parent who would indulge or introduce a child with those poor animals to teach about  responsibility: Why? Why the rodent?!)

If you’re new here (Hello ICLWers, nice of you to stop by! Please find a proper intro from an earlier post here), you will quickly be introduced to my amazing, lovable demeanor.  What exact demeanor is that, you ask?  That would be the opposite of laid back, relaxed and non-obsessive.  That’s right – I’m your regular mildly type A, get-your-ducks-in-a-row, ‘let-me-research-it-over-and-over-for-two-weeks-straight’, obsessive-compulsive, ulcer-inducing variety.  At least I have no illusions of grandeur when it comes to my neuroses, right?

So at the beginning of this year, I have made DISCOVER my word for 2011.  Here is an excerpt of that post from January 2011:

Discover would be the perfect word for me this year; for through discovery, there is constant learning attained that eventually leads to experience.  And with experience, one is able to understand and connect, whether it be with people or places or situations one never even imagined possible before. . .

. . . It is my intention this year to let go of the things that are beyond my control and learn to re-discover life’s little  favours and pleasures that I often neglect due to my mind’s convoluted sense of urgency and ‘necessary lineup or arrangement’.

It’s been a hard resolution to stick by, but as far as resolve goes, I really have been left no choice but to learn to let go and inadvertently, discover.

  • Let go of that blighted ovum (or that previous miscarriage back 2010). . . it’s the body’s awesome way of ridding chromosomal abnormalities at best;  but discover that you can still get pregnant. It’s a gift anyway you look at it, apparently. {Read: sarcasm}
  • Let go of the time spent at the previous fertility clinic . . . at least now we’re under the care of properly regulated, hospital-affiliated professionals; discover that there are medical professionals who are mindful that their patients are  p e o p l e  and not cases or statistics.
  • Let go of the what if’s. . . and discover that you made a great decision in taking that workshop, and reignite your creative fire that never even left, and know that you’re exactly where you ought to be even if it meant being away for a week.
  • Let go of people who seem to court and thrive in unnecessary histrionics and spectacles . . . and discover that you’ll attract people who are confident in themselves, and see your relationship with them as inspirational, instead of an enterprise they feel/think have some sort of proprietorship over.
  • Let go of the fear of failing. . .  and discover that you are already a success just by saying yes.
  • Let go of the constant need for control and discover that in the imperfections or unexpectedness, “life’s little  favours and pleasures that I often neglect due to my mind’s convoluted sense of urgency and ‘necessary lineup or arrangement’ “have a way of falling onto one’s lap when one really needs them.
  • Let go of your inhibitions, just go for it and discover how much fun you can have!

I have to remind myself that if I keep open to all possibilities while dreaming big, and try to let go of my preconceived sabotages, it’s when I’m most likely inclined to head towards the path that I’ve been trying to get to.  Unexpected but truly great and exciting opportunities are coming my way with regards to my photography and they seem to find me when I’m open to placing myself in an unfamiliar situation or environment.  More on that soon!

***Please note that having said all of the above by no means preclude me from reverting 
to my obsessive-compulsive, guilt and/or anxiety-ridden, deprecating and doubt-riddled self.  
If we're being honest... As if.*** 

Phenom

Video

 

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. . .

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

- – Steve Jobs
February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011

 

Avant-Garde Visionary

 

Breaking Down Doors

i am a little bit inebriated and should be really going to sleep to get a good night’s rest after such a harried, hectic day today.
but i needed to remember today, albeit a romantic, inebriated version of it. because today, i felt as if i’ve been validated as a person seeking what it is that they were supposed to do as a legitimate course of action and not just as some existential crisis bullshit; that i am not content to be status quo. these people whom i’ve met today, made me realize that it’s not just about flights of fancy when i say i feel like i have to do this workshop.

i feel so energized and hopeful and inspired. it could just be the wine talking but today, even with the missed lunch and somewhat insecurity with my photography in the beginning, t o d a y, i was meant to be here – to soak in everything like a sponge. that i owe it to myself to find out where and how far my passion for photography can take me. that my success with it is not gauged by a Pulitzer prize hanging on my wall, or accolades from a group of like-minded people, but that i find peace and solace and fulfillment in what and how i shoot – as a frozen moment in time; as an essay of something or someone i’ve developed an affinity for; or as a reflection of myself mirrored in someone else’s expression or persona.

tipsy and altogether ranty. . . but feeling so incredibly fortunate to have this amazing opportunity to learn and experience yet another side to photography and this wonderful, multi-faceted city that is New York in such indulging yet artistic capacity. and most especially, for having such a wonderful and supportive partner in life who only wants great things in life for me, specially ones that make me tick.