Seen & Heard

*  Great blue bird flying solo over blotted tulips, birch trees, and aquatic sky straight toward the corner of the frame.

*  "The holidays sometimes break me more than I am." - a spirit in the material world

prey

Rest in Power

Words and Art.  

The final Rally at 5 Pointz, Nov. 16, 2013

a former lover

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4xFinally - Take 2

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4xFinally!

Jewel

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.
~ Maya Angelou

braids & butterflies

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Oakland Lake, Queens, NY 

I took my Graflex Crown for another spin yesterday.  It wasn't an upstream, but one must be methodical and careful to bring out her best qualities.  I am neither.  Knocking delicate devices, scratching smooth surfaces, exposing light sensitive things - that I do very well.  Even with these special talents, the process wasn't so bad.  In fact, at some point I imagined capturing all that is "darling" easily in the midst of a silky summer breeze.

squish!

Squishy Faces
from the Mi Familia series
April 2013

a darkroom diary: you can squish anything away with love.  my nieces help me do this every time.  

happy birthday.

i sleep surrender

From the "Seven" Series © 2013

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maybe we're all scared

    the Scared is scared from Bianca Giaever on Vimeo.

and maybe we don't have to be.

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March, 2013

April, 2013

Two processes I did outside of my comfort zone.  It was 

time.  And maybe this is 

the year I shake things up around here.

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Sleepless in New York over a stubborn image and the indifference that haunts my peripheral.

more or less again

I have a confession to make.
~ Tipsy

Boy, that list is growing.
~ UP

I'm a closet hoarder.  I attach sentiment to everything, but I'm slowly letting stuff go. 
~ Tipsy
 
You should get storage space. 
~ UP
 
This is terrible advice! You're the total opposite!! 
~ Tipsy, "closet hoarder."
 
Yeah, I'm so bad I get rid of shit and then buy it back a week later.  
~ UP, "closet minimalist"

Fountainbleau

Miami Beach, Jan 2013

There was a time long ago when my friend was always sulking.  It was hard to watch.  A wry and wild woman's spirit breaking apart.  I couldn't comprehend this stage perhaps because I was younger by some years.  That can be enough of a hurdle.  Her proverbial window was closing.  One I managed to overlook.  It never occurred to me that I had a view.  I suck at acceptance, but have been good at being sensible about things beyond my reach.  She wanted to reach beyond the sea.  I once suggested making music and art were similar in heartache and reward, but the older woman I was speaking to had a shell to her ear.  I often wonder if my friend has any suggestions of her own to occupy her mind.

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Bathroom for Butoh © 2010 (15x15 print in water)

2013 and the past permeates.  My parent's 25 year old home is a smokey wreck from a boiler eruption.  In order to save some of mine, I stayed over to oversee the clean-up crew.  Soot, grime, and dust is floating in the air.  Finding it's way into our nasal passages.  Clinging to everything we hold dear.  I hold.  'What is important' is the question we all must ask ourselves, I suppose, when shit burns.  There's no fire, but here I am putting it out none the less. 

now?

"Apocalypse" - Albert Goodwin, 1903

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Records and Roomies, © 2010

My first 15x15 print only took 4 hours of test strips and one final image.  

Things are looking up in December.

Lightbox

Plate 19

"To me the most powerful moment in the whole process is when everything comes 

together and for that instance my life makes sense."

I saw Brief Encounters this weekend.  It was thrilling and disappointing to have the veil lifted from images I've grown so fond of in such a short period of time.  I can't help but buy into the fantasy being reality.  The outcome never changes either.  Image is what matters and then I just think, "Genius!"  In seeing Mr. Crewdson, I realized he was dealing with real conflict.  The awkwardness of watching yourself work,  reveal, and lift veils.  Then having to share more, again, in a lackluster Q&A to what seemed like a room full of wealth.  I wanted to give him a hug.  

I left wonderland without letting him in on the secret.  It was a long trip.  I needed to get back home for some processing by staring at my living room ceiling.