Archive for April, 2009
Concept Still
I’ve been thinking lately that I want to make a short film. I used to make them back in my teens and even early twenties, but I haven’t made one in ages. I’m not sure what it will be about yet, but I’m experimenting with how I’d like it to look. Perhaps the story will develop from there. I think if it’s black and white I’d like it to look like this photo of Emily.
This Collage Life
Yeah yeah yeah…
I’m sitting in the living room listening to the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album (Dar lent it to me though she barely just got it). The window is wide open but I’m boiling hot because I’m wearing EWBJ’s hoodie (he doesn’t even know it!) and am covered up with the throw my Mum tucked into my bag the other day. I’m thinking about 1 Corinthians 13 (someone read it aloud at church yesterday after we had crooned a Hank Williams song). Those two (yeah you know who) are in the kitchen cooking up a fish concoction, and I can’t wait to taste it. I’m patiently sipping cold tea (chocolaty chai!) and I am learning how to round corners in photoshop. I’m trying some new things just for the heck of it. The acoustic version of Hysteric comes on and I look down at this photo of Lisa and suddenly I am filled with so much optimism I might just burst. Doesn’t Lisa look optimistic? Thank goodness life isn’t boring.
Texture Time
I’ve been really inspired by my favourite graphic designers and photographers laying textures over their work. I’ve experimented with it in the past, but I thought I would try some simple textures over some shots I took on my Mum’s birthday.
Alisa?
Lisa pointed out that her name plus Ali’s name equals my name. This pleases me because I LOVE Ali and Lisa. Heck, it’s overdue that they show up on this blog. So here they are. Ali on the left, Lisa on the right. I shot these (impromptu) on Thursday evening as GLORIOUS sunlight was pouring into my living room.
Cab ride blessings.
Yesterday a cab driver named Emmanuel drove me to the Norman Felix Gallery with my Kenya prints. We talked about how his brother was living in Nairobi and “Had I ever been there?” “Yes!” I replied enthusiastically telling him about my visit to the Canadian consulate and my misadventures on the bus ride over. He told me that his family was from Ethiopia, and when I told him that I had been there also the conversation really took off. We talked buna ta ta, injera, Abyesha, Addis Ababa, and the eventually the Full Gospel church. We discovered that his family attended the same church as my friends in Addis.
When he dropped me off he blessed me, and it made me feel nostalgic and hopeful. The experience inspired me to revisit my Ethiopia photos and I found this one. The man pictured is an Orthodox priest in Abote district. I photographed him right before dinner as the sun was setting.
From that famous walk home,
While in Kenya we would walk the same route everyday. To the Nakumat, to the orphanage, back to our house, back to the orphanage. I’d often (almost always) have my camera slung around my shoulder. These photos were shot along the way.
