July 30, 2014

I canceled today’s photo shoot because it’s been raining off and on all day…. And as soon as the reschedule is confirmed, it’s gorgeous out and hasn’t rained since.


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July 30, 2014


i need to go for a long walk. but i’m lazy. sigh.



okay…don’t kill anyone yet. i may actually go outside today! (if it doesn’t rain)

July 30, 2014

i’m really feeling inspired to do some creative self-portraits. maybe even nudies (or semi-nude). but everyone is home right now and they’ll all ask too many questions and one of my sarcastic kids will make a rude (but funny) comment and it’ll mess with my whole vibe. so… damn.

July 30, 2014

July 30, 2014



My dad just said: at your age you’ll probably wanna try a lot of things. Boys, girls, being a girl, being a boy, being punk or goth or spunky. And im okay with that. As long as you don’t come home and tell me youre a republican

parents who care

THIS is my exact parenting philosophy.

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July 30, 2014



happy birthday someone


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July 30, 2014

I’m in a better mood today than I have been in a while so that’s good because I have a photo shoot scheduled for this afternoon with a really great couple and we have some awesome locations picked out but it might rain so I’m hoping it doesn’t because we already had to reschedule once and I’d hate to have to reschedule again and last week I messaged my favorite tumblr photographer/writer and asked if we could meet one day and he responded and said he’s got a crazy schedule but we might be able to figure something out next time i’m in his city which would be so good because I’m just so inspired but my problem is that I lack motivation but I don’t know I kind of feel things changing a bit maybe because the weather has been kind of cool I hate hot weather it just drains me physically and mentally and I have like no focus whatsoever but there are good days and today feels like one of them.

July 30, 2014
"The first generations of “academic artists” hit NY in the late 70′s to late 1980’s. I can tell you that very, very few of those artists were still making work in the late 1990’s and even among the successful ones,only a small handful are still making art today. Why? Because it is very hard to sustain any kind of real personal dialogue with art, if you come out of school and start making your own work right away. There is no period of failure. No striving to develop the true inner dialogue on which art is based. What one ends up dialoguing with is success and recognition. The all important period of developing your own vocabulary which is best done in the shadows is truncated, starved.Instead what one sees are people copying what seems to work for other artists and this is a betrayal to ones own budding vision, which cannot be rushed to fulfill some ego based need for recognition. There are many of examples of people who got that recognition early, shows, tours and grants from age 26 on who are empty and artistically exhausted by age 39, just at the moment that ones own vocabulary starts to naturally coalesce."

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July 29, 2014

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July 29, 2014

Anonymous said: Have you ever shared any of those photos publicly? The boudoir or self portraits, that is.

some boudoir pics can be found on my professional website (see my about page). the nudey selfies…….i had some on flickr once. then my son and his friends started following me so i set them to ‘private’. no one needs that awkwardness.

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July 29, 2014

Anonymous said: Have you ever taken a naughty picture?

Ha! I guess it depends on how you define “naughty”. I’ve done quite a bit of boudoir photography. And I’ve done some nude self portraits.  But it was all Art and I wouldn’t consider any of it really naughty. Well, most of it anyway.  But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do something truly “naughty” in the future. I’m fascinated by all facets of sexuality and would love the opportunity to photograph it in any way. Thanks for asking Nonny!

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July 29, 2014
Reblog if you will answer LITERALLY ANY anon questions.

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July 28, 2014
A Self Portrait

I don’t have the discipline, you see. I don’t have that thing that wakes me every day at the crack of dawn, that makes the coffee and forces me to sit down to write write write no matter that. That thing that I lack, isn’t telling me to just do it and to create and make things and DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING because it’s far too quiet, not loud enough or I just can’t hear it or it doesn’t exist.

I have the imagination. The words swirl through my mind, the pictures form themselves, the sonnets are sung inside my head. All in my head. The sprawling landscape, endless in her cruelty, the vastness of the ocean, ever so deep it swallows me whole. The brush strokes which tickle my thighs and kiss my temple and soothe my thundering mind. Words and words trickle through my consciousness always there, always yelling and screaming out loud, characters and voices all with tales to tell, crying and dying and desperate to claw their way out so that I’m bleeding to death inside.

There’s just so much and it’s all too loud and I can’t think above the noise I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice and the colors are all too bright and too blue and too dull and not sharp enough turn it up turn it up no don’t do that turn it off it hurts you’re singing off key and I’m crying and I’m hungry and I’m sleepy and I need to eat drink smoke sleep and go outside no don’t do that the sun is too bright and it’s too hot and I prefer winter but then it’s too cold and I just don’t know how to stop.

And to get it out, to let it flow, it’s a dam built twenty feet to high and a bridge with a crack in the middle and if you cross you know you’ll fall. It’s the train speeding far too fast down the tracks, one sharp turn and it derails, the pouring rain in the desert that does not quench but drowns before it’s absorbed by the scorched earth and in the end does more harm than good.

That’s all that it is and this is where we are.

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July 27, 2014


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July 25, 2014

sandyquill replied to your post: Melancholy memories…

Oh, hon. That is painful. But the trip sounds like it was one of the best ever and your words - your words are evocative. Write some more -you know you’re good at it and you know the words are there.

thank you. it was an incredible trip. i could try to write about it, but i speak through pictures and without the pictures… i just don’t know.

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