Above is my favorite image from the annual Ocrafolk Festival. It was muddy and hot but that did not seem to dampen the atmosphere. The musicians were lively and crowd was happy. My favorite band was Kaira Ba who were wonderful performers. A great dancer motivated the crowd with his own dancing, resulting in my second favorite image below:
I am hardly a child, I know, but there is something about this self portrait that reminds me of the Childlike Empress from ‘The Neverending Story’.
I am less happy with myself, since I have started gaining weight. Part of that , I am sure, comes from the societal pressure to be skinny that many women feel. But, mostly, I think it’s because I have been thin for most of my life and I don’t feel right with the extra weight. I don’t have anything particularly insightful to say on this subject. It’s one of those common complaints. I take less pictures of myself these days because of how I feel about my body.
I still enjoy taking black and white pictures of my face. I have taken countless pictures of my face and it always looks different to me. I feel like I am having a conversation with myself when I look at the image above. I am looking for answers to questions. What is most important ? How am I going to fit everything in ? Can I really become as good at drawing and painting as I want to be ? Can I continue to improve my photography ? Why am I the way I am – that all I desire is to be accomplished as a visual artist ?
Of course, I’m over simplifying my desires here.
And, now that I have gone and given the image a little (whiny) context, it’s less open to interpretation. For this reason, I do not usually title my photographs. What if I had’t said anything ? Could my self portrait be a still from film noir, or an indie Sci Fi film ? It’s possible.
Here are a few of my favorite black and white selfies from the last 15 years –
and more here. I will probably be doing this for the rest of my days.
This sequence of images is from one evening on Silver Lake, the harbor for Ocracoke Island NC. Sun rays filtered prettily through huge clouds. The clouds grew darker and a storm front rolled through. A short shower ensued but the sky was still well supplied with clouds turning pink as the sun descended to the horizon.