tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85513280430429392252024-02-21T01:34:10.605-08:00Juliana's Lovely Land of NeurosisOne Gritty Roller Coaster! Come and take a ride!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-49475908225955513402015-01-08T08:08:00.001-08:002015-01-08T08:09:04.959-08:00Something Crafty and a Touch of Photography Too!!!<span style="font-size: small;">Hi Everyone,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This post is not about photography.. no Sir or no Mam! It's about crafting stuff. So, stick with me because there is a photo treat at the bottom of the post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Two days ago, I decided to
go hog wild and dye me some fabric and seam binding! Well, it was a
blast and I can't tell you how seeing these vibrant color dye my linen,
muslin, cotton fabric and seam binding actually put a smile on my face..
and I need that!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">In the past, I have dyed linen with my
homemade alcohol inks. They are really easy to make and so much cheaper
than paying Timmy H. for his Adirondack ones! I say "just do it".. the
only draw back is the noxious fumes of the 90% alcohol that I used. This
is a totally different conversation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, I decided I did not
want to use my precious alcohol inks to dye my fabric and trimmings
this time because I spent a whole day making those precious little
bottles of alcohol inks and I knew there is much cheaper ways of doing
this. So, I did what the Frugal Crafter does.. I made my own watercolor
sprays out of liquid watercolors made by Sax.. you can buy them
inexpensively on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sax-Concentrate-Washable-Liquid-Watercolor/dp/B0042SR5R2/ref=sr_1_1?s=arts-crafts&ie=UTF8&qid=1420723330&sr=1-1&keywords=sax+watercolor" target="_blank">Amazon </a>in
a set, but I suggest that you just buy yellow, red, blue and magenta
and mix your own colors to get the shades you want. I also bought my
bottles in bulk from PaperMart online. Now, if you go this route, don't
do what I did.. I bought the 9 oz. bottles that Lindsay of the Frugal
Crafter suggests and I think really you should go for a smaller size and
find some friends who want to buy them with you and split them up. I
eventually did a trade with my friend, Jeri who was kind enough to swap
some of her smaller bottles for my 9oz bottles. </span><br />
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Dyed Seam Binding, Brooklyn, NY, ©Juliana Beasley</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh, and don't forget to buy the spray guns.. you definitely need those.. of course!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Here is the Frugal Crafter video on making he sprays: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M3Ac3QGUyI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr></wbr>v=0M3Ac3QGUyI</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The
other advice I have for you is to not buy all the colors. You don't
need them and will waste your money. Just get Red, Blue, Magenta and
Yellow and you can mix to your heart's content and get all the colors
you will ever need. Oh, and I would also advise you to get a second
Yellow because it's really necessary to make several color combinations.
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, I decided to make my favorite colors: I made Orange, Hot
Pink, Turquoise, Light Green and a Darker Green. I went online when I
wasn't sure how to mix the colors I mentioned above. And I was really
pleased with the colors that I got. I sprayed them on paper and tested
them in the lab (LOL!) to make sure they were indeed the exact color I
wanted and made sure to add water and voila!! I had my color sprays. I
will also attach a photo of a page I sprayed and started to doodle on.
You can definitely make color sprays for papers that are very cheap and
really are intense this way. I like them rich and intense so, I am heavy
handed when I pour the liquid watercolor dyes in my spray bottles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So,
I cut my strips of fabric the way I wanted before dying because I
intend to use the fabric ones for making flowers.. hope to share those
soon. </span><br />
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Turquoise, Yellow and Lime Green Hand Dyed Fabric, Brooklyn, NY, ©Juliana Beasley</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">This is how I do the dying:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And
I learned this from some woman on YT, but I can't remember her name or
the video, but it's efficient and neat as in you don't make a big mess
all over the place. Take a cardboard box like a banker's box and at the
bottom lay down your craft mat. I spritz or pour a bit of the desired
color in the box, just a bit and then I add a little extra water, and
then the fun begins. I take the uncolored fabric and I put it in the box
and I sop up all the liquid dyes and I do this for a bit and squeeze
out the excess dyes and the do it again and try to get the entire pieces
of cloth dyed. And if there is any little extra dye left over, even
small itty bitty drops, I take out my seam binding and I swish it up
with some because that looks awesome too.. it's partially dyed and very
beautiful. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So, after they have all been
dyed in my color box, and after squeezing them out, I put them on
hangers and hang them to dry. With the seam binding I take a lid of a
cardboard box. that's the lid that of the bankers box that I call the
dying box and I crinkle them in my hands and leave them all bunched up
in a ball to dry over night. </span><br />
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Orange Muslin, Orange Linen and Pink Muslin, Hand Dyed Fabric, Brooklyn, NY, ©Juliana Beasley</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So, something
unexpected happened and I doubt you will be able to see this in the
photographs I am posting here. The colors on most of the fabrics were
variegated or rather the the dye did not take to all of the fabric with
my swishing in the box with liquid watercolors method. But, I like it
and I like it a lot and I think it makes it much more visually
interesting. But, I will say that when I used my homemade alcohol inks
and dyed fabric and seam binding, it evenly dyed both. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Now
as far as Rit goes.. I own about 8 different colors and I have tried to
dye paper with it. Dying with Rit is cheap, but it's more work because
you need to rinse out everything after you dye it. I might try it in the
future if need be.. and I love all the colors you can create with <a href="https://www.ritstudio.com/color-library/color-archive/" target="_blank">Rit</a>...
check out their site and the hyperlink because it will show you all the
core colors and how you can mix them to make other colors. I actually
think it might be a good thing to download because you could use it
probably with the liquid watercolors or acrylics. I'm not sure about
that, but it might be worth investigating. They do have great colors. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh, yeah, you can buy your seam binding here on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/100yds-Schiff-Binding-Ribbon-004/dp/B001WY7KZ6/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1420732438&sr=8-3&keywords=seam+binding" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. The Frugal Crafter suggests that you buy off white seam binding and this is what I got. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Bauhaus artists really understood how color can really effect ones emotional state. It's interesting to read about<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannes_Itten" target="_blank"> </a><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span dir="auto"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannes_Itten" target="_blank">Johannes Itten</a> who wrote a book called "The Art of Color". You can also check out more about his ideas about color <a href="http://worqx.com/color/itten.htm" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span dir="auto">The Bauhaus movement made a great impact on how we view color photography. Before the 70s, color photography was not seen as fit or worth to be shown in museums and galleries. Color photography was merely used for magazine advertising and family snapshots. But, this all changed in 1976, when the well-known color photographer named <a href="http://theartofphotography.tv/episodes/166-william-eggleston/" target="_blank">William Eggleston</a> opened a show of his work at the Museum of Modern Art. He was definitely influenced by the Bauhaus movement and he forever changed the view that color photography was lesser than B&W photography. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span dir="auto"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span dir="auto">If you don't know about Eggleston, </span></span></span>his work is really worth looking at simply because of his amazing ways of creating relationships between colors in the frame. And also like Itten believed that colors really can influence our moods.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I hope this has been helpful to someone out there!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Thanks for reading! And excuse my writing mistakes. . first draft!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh,
if you were wondering, the colors are true to life. They haven't been
enhanced in Photoshop or Lightroom.. They are really vibrant. Good luck!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-31787554898956383062014-01-12T12:21:00.000-08:002014-01-12T12:21:29.971-08:00Graham Macindoe Wins the Big Time Patterson Grant!!<div class="userContentWrapper aboveUnitContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">
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<span class="userContent">I'm proud to announce that my friend and one super fab photographer, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=670933314&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3A0%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/grahammacindoe">Graham Macindoe</a>
and Susan Stellin have been awarded the 2014 Alicia Patterson
Foundation Fellowship. This is amazing and stunning work. Go check out
the links. Congrats to you Graham!!</span></div>
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<span><br /> <a href="http://grahammacindoe.com/The-UnAmericans/1/" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://grahammacindoe.com/The-UnAmericans/1/</a><br /> Press release <a href="http://aliciapatterson.org/node/2079" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://aliciapatterson.org/node/2079</a>.</span><br />
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<span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-85985651961196236212013-12-23T08:02:00.002-08:002013-12-23T08:02:52.797-08:00All Aboard on The Old NYC Subway CarWell, I must admit... I am a big fan when it comes to riding the old subway cars in NYC. Yesterday, I took a ride down memory lane along with other choo-choo train enthusiasts and had a blast with my Fuji X100. It was a snap happy way to spend an unusually warm day in December and a great way to begin the holiday.<br />
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I'm on a roll right now and you can join the commitment. Pick up your camera and not your iPhone and take 3-5 images a day. Make it a daily commitment and see how your creativity begins to burst alive. I recently made the commitment with one of my tutoring students... and then I got my friend Joe Medina involved and my friend and intern Maddy Budd. There is not doubt that the iPhone is incredibly convenient and a great way to keep that trigger finger snapping away, but isn't it a terrible waste when you have taken the most amazing shot with Instagram and then realize that you will never be able to blow up the photo to anything bigger than 6X6". So, now is the time to pull out your Graflex and keep shooting images that can be blown up really big.<br />
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Have fun and happy holidays. Give yourself the gift of photography this holiday season!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Holiday Old Subway Car",</b></i> NYC, 12/13. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-22563693404423171232013-12-01T07:19:00.000-08:002013-12-01T07:19:18.965-08:00Abbie/Abby the Day After ThankgivingI took this picture of Abbie/Abby the day after Thanksgiving. She was outside with her family putting up Christmas ornaments in their front yard. And I don't know how to spell her name.. so, this time, I decided to give the reader to possible versions of the spelling of her name since I misspelled her sister's name in the previous post. Happy Holidays to all!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Abbie/Abby, The Day After Thanksgiving", Bethesda, Maryland, 11/30/13. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-78507858580733098282013-11-29T11:09:00.000-08:002013-11-29T11:13:22.336-08:00Thanksgiving Down In Chevy ChaseI took this photo of Maddie while she was getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner at Nan's annual gathering. It's always wonderful to leave NYC and to be inspired with new surroundings. I hope to take more portraits of her and her sister Abby!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Maddy Preparing for Thanksgiving Dinner"</i></b>, Chevy Chase, Maryland, 11/28/13. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-34848566749454962442013-11-27T11:45:00.000-08:002013-11-27T11:45:00.885-08:00Happy Thanksgiving Photographs.. Memories from the Early Days in the RockawaysIn 2003, the Palm Gardens was still open before the owner renovated it with hopes of bringing in a more sophisticated gentrified clientele. I often stopped there when I arrived to the last stop at 116th St and would sit amongst the regulars and draw a bit of curiosity with my Rollei camera in cradled in my hands. I also was shooting with my Contax 35mm camera until I soon realized that although, I had captured some good images with the smaller camera, I was more successful and comfortable shooting with my TSLR.<br />
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I took this photograph of Frieda sitting at the bar with a cigarette in her mouth right after she had lit it. The No Smoking laws were already in effect and even though most of the regulars were getting used to walking outside the door of the pub to have a cigarette in the cold and lean up against the facade of the building, Frieda just did not give a damn'. I remember hearing one of the barmaids telling her that she would have to smoke outside, but she continued to puff away and didn't seem to even acknowledge their request. And they weren't about to tell her to leave.. she was a welcome regular and added some flavor to the milieu without a doubt. Someone told me that she would get gussied up for a night out in the Palm Gardens and take a car service from the adult home where she lived.<br />
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She was full of life and I believe I took this photograph on New Year's Eve. She got up and danced with another regular Mike and I took some pictures of them in the small dive bar. I don't believe I ever met up with Frieda again after that night and when she died several years later or maybe it was just a year, I found out and of course, was deeply saddened that such a wonderful spirit, so full of life and chutzpah had passed on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Frieda Smoking"</b></i>, Rockaways, NYC, 2003. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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The second photograph, I took of Deuce. I never learned his real name, but this is the name he went by when I met him sitting in a lounge chair in Paddy's boarding house that was in a dire state of disrepair. Supposedly, Deuce also living in an adult home for the elderly, but like so many of the institutionalized that I met over the years, he preferred to spend his golden years drinking away his days watching TV for hours in a comfy lounge chair. I often found him there for hours on end sitting with Paddy with an end table between them cluttered with cigarette butts in several ashtrays and empty Guinness cans. They occasionally would exchange a couple of words and usually it was speckled with very vulgar profanities with little regard to my presence in the room. Paddy would be reading his newspapers compulsively-- the room was scattered with piles of old newspapers-- and all the time the television provided a background noise. They would cackle and laugh and tell crass jokes about women, but they rarely made eye contact.<br />
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I will never forget the day when I noticed that Deuce had a photo of a spaniel dog in his breast pocket of his suede jacket. I asked him if he had ever had a dog and yes, of course, he had. This question provided a catalyst for all three men including my friend, Charlie who began to lament about the dogs who they had loved in their lives and who had sadly died. Each one told the story of their lost dear friend and their eyes filled with tears and they were filled with sadness.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Deuce with Dog in Pocket"</b></i>, Rockaways, NYC. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-83245276804481023512013-11-24T07:08:00.000-08:002013-11-24T07:08:57.129-08:00Portrait of RuthI met Ruth on an early morning, when my college ex boyfriend, The Reverend Stephen Hermann was giving a sermon at the spiritualist church at Camp Etna in Maine. Before the service, I went around to the congregation and asked the members if I could take their photograph and gave them each one of my business cards. Several days later, I received an unexpected lovely email from Ruth... how could I forget her striking Siberian Husky eyes? We made a connection and I asked her if I could photograph her and we made a 7am photo shoot date that week before she would go off to work. I took the following portrait of her inside the church. Oh, yes, there is more to this story with many more specifics and details. The time will come.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Portrait of Ruth"</i></b>, Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-57457637703156359952013-11-13T06:27:00.002-08:002013-11-13T06:33:01.597-08:00Last Year Around Thanksgiving in the RockawaysI took this image last year after Hurricane Sandy had hit the Rockaway's peninsula. The two young girls were walking under the S train tracks pushing two granny carts filled with provisions they had accumulated from various relief organizations. They were on their way to look and see what might be available for the taking on that day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Collecting Good", </b></i>Rockaways, NYC, 2012. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-56705637036341837322013-10-30T07:28:00.001-07:002013-10-30T07:28:29.090-07:00Yvette Several Weeks After Hurricane SandyI met Yvette in her one room bungalow several weeks after Hurricane Sandy hit the Rockaways. She invited me into her sparce dwelling. She sat on a chair with a small table with an urn upon it beside her. Her boyfriend had just taken her frightening pitbull for a walk so, we could have a moment to talk and I began to photograph her. As she began to tell the story of how she, her boyfriend and dog managed to survive the high flood tides of Hurricane Sandy, she began to cry and so did my intern, Maddy. She was completely traumatized weeks after the event.<br />
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They had lived through the storm. <br />
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When the flood waters became dangerously high, she and her
boyfriend climbed with their pit bull to the safety of a loft space in their
small room, bringing along her mother’s ashes in an urn. Most of her
possessions were washed away and when I spoke to her she continued to live in
the bungalow contaminated by moldy walls.<br />
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I wonder if her bungalow is still standing as there was word about that the landlord was intent on selling the property and bulldozing the properties down. I hope to return this month.<br />
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I'm sending my blessings out today to Yvette and all of those this week who survived Hurricane Sandy last year.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Yvette Crying"</b></i>, Rockaways, NYC, 2012. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-70448120637967431512013-10-24T16:06:00.000-07:002013-10-24T16:06:31.220-07:00Bob and His Cat After Hurricane SandyA couple of weeks after Hurricane Sandy hit the NYC metro area, I went out to the Rockaway Park to look for some of the friends I still knew out there. I walked down 115th St., preparing myself for the worst. I was thinking of my friend, Bob, who I had known for about 4 years and who lived in a camper in the parking lot next to one of the several SRO's on that block. I was amazed in 2011 when he and his camper had survived pretty much unscathed after Hurricane Irene, but I could only imagine the worst after Hurricane Sandy had hit the peninsula.<br />
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How could a fragile old camper filled stuffed with personal collections of Bob's eclectic ephemera possibly survive the floods and torrential tides of Hurricane Sandy. I imagined him and his large brown mastiff dog, Zeus floating down the Boulevard, holding on for dear life and onto the cramped camper, he had called home for so many years. As I passed one boarding house after the next, I feared that I would find simply an empty lot with remnants of his personal belongings interwoven between the chain link fence that surrounded the piece of land where he had settled his portable home.<br />
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And there he was!!<br />
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He was standing in the sunshine and wrapped up well, his glasses broken and taped together and propped up on his nose.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Bob and His Cat After Hurricane Sandy",</b></i> Rockaways, NYC, 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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"Bob!", I yelled. "I didn't think I would find you. I was worried about you. I've been trying to call your number. But, there's been no service. I really didn't think I would find you here."<br />
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"Eh! This was nothing!," he said, as he threw up his arm and waved his hand in the air as if he was about to swat away a pesty fly. "Now, Vietnam.. that was bad. Next to Vietnam this was nothing!! Of course, I'm OK!!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-44375903007324852402013-10-21T14:57:00.003-07:002013-10-21T14:58:26.055-07:00Janet After Hurricane SandyI took this photograph of Janet in Ma's boarding house apartment on 115th St. I have known and been visiting "Ma" as she is known by most of her friends and neighbors but her real name is Patty. Janet and her husband lived in a basement apartment across the street on 115th St. During Hurricane Sandy there apartment was completely flooded and everything they owned was completely destroyed. In the aftermath, they were left completely empty handed and moved into a "temporary" apartment in the same SRO building where they lived before the storm.<br />
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Janet is wearing a coat and in fact, all the clothes that her and her husband, Matthew wore during the weeks after the storm had been donated to them through various relief organizations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>"Janet in Bear Coat in Ma's Kitchen After Hurricane Sandy"</i></b>, Rockaways, NYC. 10/12. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-84265961472509304172013-10-19T09:43:00.002-07:002013-10-19T09:43:53.764-07:00The Anniversary of Hurricane Sandy and My Work in the NewsI am simply going to copy and paste what my agent Jeffrey Smith at Contact Press Images wrote yesterday when he posted the good news on Facebook that my long term photo book project was given some media attention on both Slate and Creative Time Reports. He says it so well and is such an articulate writer that I felt that it would be best to just leave this announcement in his own words.<br />
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I am terribly grateful that after years of hard work on this project that I am surrounded with such wonderful, thoughtful and caring and super intuitive and bright photo friends and a great photo agency to boot. I also must thank the wonderful Zoe Strauss who referred Marisa Mazria Katz--the editor at Creative Time Report--to me last year when the hurricane hit the peninsula. <br />
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I plan to post an image a day on my blog from the Rockaways that I shot either before or after Hurricane Sandy hit the peninsula and forever changed the hearts and lives of those who lived out there.<br />
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Here is an excerpt from my piece on Creative Time Reports:<br />
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<i>"Hurricane Sandy marked the abrupt and unplanned end of my 10-year
project photographing the once-forgotten neighborhood of Rockaway Park,
known to the locals as Rockaway Beach. I first came out to the boardwalk
at Beach 116th Street in the summer of 2002. I stood outside the Sand
Bar and was instantly mesmerized when I witnessed a bartender jump over a
bar with a baseball bat in his hands, chasing a disruptive and unruly
customer off the premises. As I looked around the bar at the patrons—a
mix of disheveled, raucous regulars and sunburnt beachgoers guzzling
down cheap beer from plastic cups—I immediately became enamored with a
scene that appeared to be a hundred miles away from the gentrified and
homogenized streets of Manhattan. The neighborhood felt untouched by
time. There wasn’t one Starbucks to be found on the entire peninsula. I
decided to return the next week with my camera."</i> <br />
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<br />And here is a photo that I previously published, but recently found in my collection. This was taken in 2008 in front of Gloria Manor adult home where two of the residents, a married couple who share the same room had just bought some soft serve ice cream from the Mr. Softee truck that arrived like clock work in the afternoon, parked outside and served ice cream to the residents.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Ester and David at the Mr. Softee Truck"</b></i>, Summer 2008, Rockaways, NYC. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-37270721744320056222013-09-20T11:48:00.000-07:002013-09-20T11:48:07.695-07:00Lovely CelesteLast week I posted a photograph of Bethany with two of her three children in front of their house in Etna, Maine. Today I am posting a portrait that I took of her daughter, Celeste standing in front of one of the houses at Camp Etna. The sunlight that was filtered through the leaves and a touch of fill flash made for a surreal quality to the image. Celeste was a great model and allowed me to take the time to get the right lighting and expression. Of course, Celeste loves to smile and I did have the opportunity to capture some of her smiling but I believe this is the most provocative of the images I took of her that day. I completely miss the calm and peace and the wonderful and enchanting people I met while I was photographing up in Maine with my assistant/intern Madeleine Budd. Back in the city to cramped living quarters and hustle of trying to make a living as a photographer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"<i><b>Celeste Portrait #1"</b></i>, Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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This was the first time when I depended completely on my digital camera. I have scoffed my DSLR for years and now, with no money to pay the costs of film development (despite having a refrigerator full of 120 film and Polaroid too!!) and scanning negatives on a higher end scanner, I had to give into the technology and warm up to the world of digital. I am somewhat of an anachronism at this point.. I still believe that film is where it really is at but under my circumstances I had to the use the tools that were the most economic. I wouldn't say I would choose my Rollei over my DSLR if someone handed me a wad of money to work solely on my artwork but I discovered that I am capable of working with this medium which still feels so elusive and intangible. I don't trust it and I think it comes down to the fact that I can't cut the developed negative strips and put them away in a case and store them on my shelf. Yes, I do not trust it.<br />
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I also find that I am not as focused when I shoot digital. Given the fact, that when I shoot with my Rollei, I only have 12 frames to shoot very wisely and with great concentration before I have to unhinge my flash bracket, roll the shot film and reload it again with another roll of 120 and then close the back and reattach the flash bracket. I am a different photographer perhaps when I shoot digital because I can take many many more images and so much is just disposable. Maybe this gives me the room to experiment and screw up more which is always a wonderful way to learn how to take stronger images.. sometimes, those mistakes are great teachers and they sometimes are the keepers.<br />
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I can't set back the clock to before the digital photo revolution. I often wish I could.. there would be less amateur photographers who believe they are photographers and less would still be more. I am still incapable of the inevitable: analog really is dying and I want to get up on a soap box and educate the average consumer and tell them that analog is still superior in my mind. I'm a slow learner and I catch onto trends often very late and sometimes this has worked to my advantage.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-18183897477535855182013-09-09T14:00:00.003-07:002013-09-09T14:00:50.330-07:00Bethany, Celeste and Baby Guy<br />
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I took the following portrait of Bethany with her daughter Celeste and her baby Guy while I was up at Camp Etna in Maine working on a new project. They are sitting in front of their home where they live and which is still in the process of renovation. Bethany and her husband and her three children are the youngest residents at Camp Etna. This was my favorite of many portraits I took of them. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-40906192582874168712013-08-30T16:44:00.000-07:002013-08-30T16:44:48.541-07:00Meditation of Interiors and EnvironmentalsFinally, after years of purchasing a beautiful titanium Gitzo tripod at B&H, I finally hunker down and get to work and put my digital camera on it. Amazing! I never had the patience to open up the tripod, find the right height, the right angle and take long exposures. Perhaps, the last year of sitting in lotus position on my pillows and chanting for a half hour for consecutive days on end has spawned this new found passion to be alone with my camera and my tripod and wait for my shutter to open and close for more than a split second. Much more than a split second!<br />
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Here are some of the images I took with and without my tripod during my trip to Camp Etna this summer while working on a new project. And if things weren't getting crazy enough... no, flash!! I'm taking photographs without a flash and I am finding new challenges and learning new skills. And I love it!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Medium Steve Hermann", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Inside Cafe", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Inside Cafe 2", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Inside Lodge #1", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Historic Spiritualists", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013, ©Juliana Beasley.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Vacant House in Woods", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013, ©Juliana Beasley.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sunset Ave", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013, ©Juliana Beasley.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Spiritualist Church", Camp Etna, Maine, Summer 2013, ©Juliana Beasley.</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-31245857274475272092013-08-21T11:36:00.001-07:002013-08-21T13:43:04.398-07:00Maine Photo Trip and the Process of EditingI was sitting in the passenger seat of my intern's Mini Cooper, when I spotted sister's Maggie and Ashley standing at a gas station either in or near Bangor, Maine. I was on a week long photo trip adventure. My intern Maddy sitting in the driver's seat joined to help assist me with my personal project.<br />
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I said, "Pull over. Yes, pull over now!", when I saw them side by side, one smaller than the other, both so striking lit up in the light of the setting sun. They complimented one another. When I asked to take their photo, they willingly agreed and I took a series of portraits. Between Maggie's beautiful glowing blue eyes and Ashley's red hair all lit on fire in the sun, they were a winning duo... how could I possibly screw this up?<br />
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So, the following image I selected from the 10 minutes I spent with them. They are not part of the larger new project but I think they could be a project unto themselves. Thank you ladies for taking the time to let me photograph you! Maybe they are the project. Hmm....<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-86523227560180272222013-08-04T10:45:00.000-07:002013-08-04T10:50:58.842-07:00An Evening at Easton Volunteer Fire Carnival in Connecticut.. Hurray!!!<br />
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I took the following photographs the other evening at the
Easton Volunteer Fire Carnival in Connecticut. My summer holiday out of
the city has almost come to an end and soon I will be traveling to Maine
to begin my work on a new project. This was one of my favorite memories
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"Adolescent Girls at Fair", Easton Firefighter's
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"Family Waiting to Enter Fun House", Easton
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-4024371723356374702013-07-20T15:44:00.001-07:002013-07-20T15:46:21.846-07:00Connecticut Summer<br />
I took this photograph one late afternoon when I went to swim at a lake in Connecticut. It has been absolutely magical and therapeutic to spend my summer outside of the hot steamy city... there is a lot to be said for the serenity of days spent lingering in divine water.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sean at the Lake", Redding, CT, Summer 2013. Copyright, Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-47816139052792355182012-11-08T12:37:00.004-08:002012-11-08T12:37:27.080-08:00Rockaways Before Sandy<br />
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My heart and mind are in the Rockaways. I am finally going out there to look for old friends and to witness the unthinkable.<br />
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Here are a couple of images I took over the years. The photograph of the young girl folding her laundry was taken in a laundromat that no longer stands. I photographed the woman in the Irish green tiara in front of her home this past St. Paddy's Day. And the camper belongs to Bob. I can't imagine how Bob managed to survive the flooding in his camper home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Irish Day Parade Portrait #1</b></i>", Rockaways, NYC. 2012. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <i><b>"Laundromat",</b></i> Rockaways, NYC. 2012. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"Bob's Camper"</b></i>, Rockaways, NYC. 2012. ©Juliana Beasley</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-32539782131963831682012-11-07T19:15:00.004-08:002012-11-07T19:15:59.120-08:00Dear Rockaways<br />
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I send all my prayers and love to all those who are struggling and suffering in the aftermath ofHurricane Sandy. The Rockaways has been a refuge and a home to many of the city's forgotten and dismissed. It has also been a refuge for me from my own life over the last ten years. I am thankful for all the people I have met and whom let me photograph them and who shared their lives with me. At heart, the Rockaway's is a strong community and will surmount this latest blow. They need our help. Here are a few photographs I took over the years. Sweet memories of another time and dear friends.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-30493755764970356942012-10-18T13:09:00.004-07:002012-10-18T13:09:54.650-07:00Rockaway's Archive #3October 18, 2012. I miss 115th street. I miss Ma and I miss Billy. I miss being around people who make me smile and who I make smile. I even miss the stench of cat urine mixed with layers of cigarette smoke coating the walls and fabric in her room in the boarding house. It's time to wrap this project up and I'm still holding on. I haven't been out there in months and I didn't make it out there for the summer. My therapist told me that I had to put this on the top of my priority list. She even told me that she would give me $300. to help pay for a designer to make my book dummy. I wasn't even talking about the Rockaway's when she offered. She has stood by my side every inch of the way... through the deaths of both my parents, through the bleak emptiness of my own personal incarceration to the highs and the sound of my laughter weaving in and out of the last ten years of this roller coaster ride of mine. If you can't laugh at the completely absurd and the unfairness of life than you might miss out on a lot of laughing.<br />
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I was hanging out at Lulu's boarding house. We were hanging outside on the stairs. I got into a conversation with her husband and a local. Lulu went her house and when she came out, she was carrying a platter covered in very young puppies. I believe they were only one week old. I asked her if I could take a portrait of her with the plate of puppies. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-41326886621290619102012-10-01T18:37:00.001-07:002012-10-01T18:37:26.008-07:00Rockaway's Archives #1From the archives. I don't believe I have shown these. A day hanging out in the Rockaways in 2011.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-57242033017277858062012-09-11T12:05:00.001-07:002012-09-11T14:16:10.297-07:00More from the Archives...More shots from my series of portraits I took last during during a bike trip in Quebec.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551328043042939225.post-55317503826436768412012-09-10T10:36:00.003-07:002012-09-10T10:36:52.955-07:00From the Archives...<br />
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Last year I traveled up to Quebec to go on a week long bike trip. It seems like it is has become impossible to take vacations anymore without bringing my camera and finding a project around every corner I turn. So, here is one shot, I discovered in my external hard drive named Franz. I can't remember this boy's name. He was standing out front in his driveway with two of his friends. The hood of his car was open and they were working away at fixing the engine.<br />
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