Saturday, August 11, 2012

This is as personal as it gets...

"Untitled Toes #1", Brooklyn, NY, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley



"Untitled Toes #2", Brooklyn, NY, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley



"Untitled Toes #3", Brooklyn, NY, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley




"Untitled Toes #4", Brooklyn, NY, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley




"Untitled Toes #5", Brooklyn, NY, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley

Friday, August 10, 2012

Why Take Pictures?


 "Observation #1", MA, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley


Sometimes I ask myself the question: "Why do I take pictures?" I feel I have a responsibility to myself to check in and be honest to myself about something that has taken up a large chunk of my life and head space.

Like most of us, it's easy to live the day to day, week to week or for some of us paycheck to paycheck without reflecting upon a greater purpose in our lives. Sometimes, we start out with one goal and never consider that the goal that once suited us at 25 years old no longer suits us at 45. And many us us get stuck, stagnate and forget why we even decided to choose one road over another. Sometimes, we end up sitting at a desk in some cubicle with stale air and forget that we even had dreams. I haven't occupied a real desk but figuratively, I know what it feels like to just sit, sit, sit and sit.

As I approach my 45th birthday, I am becoming more aware that my dreams and goals have changed. Or better said, I know what matters to me most in this lifetime.

I still want to take pictures after 25 years of studying, consuming and making photographs.  However, the reasons have changed.




 "Observation #2", MA, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley




We can either adapt and change or we can chose to hold onto the past. Life gives you lessons in reality and if you listen well enough you can learn, adapt and make changes. I am in the process of trying to listen to my heart. And I find that often the heart and mind come into conflict. The mind will often generate words with great rational that will often drown out the simple and clear messages of the heart. This is why I began to mediate and take it very seriously.

These photographs were taken during this summer when I went to meditate on an ashram.

I took the following series of photographs during a walk with my girlfriend, Victoria in a wildlife sanctuary in Massachusetts. I remember feeling like an untainted and naive photo student as I observed and framed the pockets of algae, fallen branches, pine needles and other debris along the edge of the pond through the lens of my camera. I longed to make sense and order of nature's haphazard leftovers and tuck them in neatly and very pretty in a rectangular box.




 
"Observation #3", MA, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley




Victoria and walked ahead of me. When I caught up to her, she turned around and said, "Beasley you are out of your element. I never pictured you as a nature photographer." And neither did I. After, all the intense moments shared with various subjects over the years, I never thought I would be so satisfied and satiated looking through a lens at green murky water. No drama. No chaos. No anxiety coursing through my veins before hitting the shutter. Just the simple air popping sounds of gas bubbles floating to the surface of the pond and bursting open.





 "Observation #4", MA, Summer 2012. Juliana Beasley



August 10, 2012

The Reasons I Still Take Photographs:

I get to hang out with people who interest me. 

I get the chance to meet people I normally might not have the chance to meet.

I get the chance to connect with a subject either (or sometimes all) creatively, emotionally, and spiritually.

I get the opportunity to make pictures that can somehow touch others when they look at it.

I can tell a story that needs to be told.

I can focus my attention on my surroundings.

I have a keepsake and a record of a moment gone.









Sunday, July 1, 2012

Purple Flower Skirt and Green Grass



 "Purple Flowers and Green Grass", Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NYC, 7/2012. Juliana Beasley


For the last couple of months, perhaps longer I have wanted to begin a series of self-portraits as part of a new project. But, how to photograph myself? I had so many questions... everything from the technical to how I wanted to represent myself as I am right now at this time in my life.

I had fleeting glimpses or sketches in my head of myself posed in various locations, in various costumes or even without clothing at all. I feel the need to expose myself as honestly and as intimately as I have tried to photograph my subjects. And to revel in all my flaws and imperfections... that which like the word vulnerability has become an intrinsic part of my vision.

I have yet to go out to the Rockaways and perhaps, shoot what I have said to my closest friends would be my last summer working on a very long term project...a project that has much significance to me.

Lately, my creativity is sharing a space in my mind. I have begun to concentrate more on my health.  One gives life to the other. Without my emotional, physical and spiritual health, I am not only worthless to myself but to my photography and even more importantly to others.

Just yesterday, I took a walk with Howard. I took him to our special place in Prospect Park... a quiet nook where few people gather even on busy summer weekends. We lingered in the shade on a sweltering summer day-- Howard to hot to be bothered to run after his ball. I poured some water into a travel dog bowl I carry in my bag for him. He lapped away as I wiped away the sweat dripping from my eyebrows with a worn bandana.

I was wearing my new skirt... one that is shaped so stylishly and in fashion this summer. A pattern of purple flowers dappled on white fabric covered my thighs. When I looked down to my knees, calves and toes extended in front of me, I noticed how lovely the colors of the skirt, my skin and the green grass played of of each other so naturally.  I felt very feminine. A rare and rich moment. I felt the quiet and solace of being alone with my dear friend, Howard whose lack of conversation felt like a simple hushed blessing.

And this is my first self-portrait. I picked up my phone and took the image and loved it right away. I posted it on Facebook. I hoped that my inspiration was finally rekindled.

Today, I went back today with my digital camera and restaged the image. As with all redramatizations, I'm not sure I got the same sprinkling of sunlight upon my calves or the fall of my skirt but for now, I am satisfied.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Summer is Getting Closer

"Babushka Tanning", Coney Island, NYC, 2002(?). Juliana Beasley.


And it will be time to hit the beaches. Yahoo! Time to slather on the coconut oil. Sure, I know the sun is bad for skin but I love the look of a tan anyway and I definitely need an extra shot of Vitamin D. This babushka inspires me.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Counter Service at the Newstand

I found this photo in my archives. This lunch counter no longer exists. You could could sit in the back of the newspaper store and have an egg sandwich and coffee and read the paper. Remember the good ol' days of Woolworth? Every time, I used to go with my dad, I'd beg him to buy me a hot dog and sit with me at the counter.... then maybe an ice cream.

I only wish I had taken more photographs in this place.



"Lunch Counter in the Rockaways", Rockaways, NYC, 2004. Juliana Beasley

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Coney Island Summer 2002 or 03... Photos Never Seen. Date Amended.

Something I found in my archives today.

"Woman Swimmer Under the Boardwalk at Coney Island", Brooklyn, NYC, 2002 or 3?. Juliana Beasley photo.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Stephanie and Her New Kitty Kat

 "Stephanie's New Kitten #1", Rockaways, NYC. March, 2012. Juliana Beasley.