cynthia henebry

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Thu, 23 May 2013 12:11:00 -0400

: Cynthia Henebry

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:41:38 -0400

One of the most intriguing aspects of photography is its versatility. It is a science, a form of art, and a familial tradition all in one. Many great artists blend this medium’s multiple purposes in order to create works that are both inspirational and touching. Local photographer Cynthia…

Thirteen

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:27:00 -0400

Thirteen

the morning of my mother’s funeral Alexandria, Louisiana

Mon, 13 May 2013 20:48:33 -0400

the morning of my mother’s funeral

Alexandria, Louisiana

Cornelia Keller, 1969 Miss you mom.

Sun, 12 May 2013 19:13:32 -0400

Cornelia Keller, 1969

Miss you mom.

Sophia and May, 2012

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:12:00 -0400

Sophia and May, 2012

“Athens, Georgia” Mark Steinmetz

Fri, 10 May 2013 14:27:45 -0400

“Athens, Georgia”

Mark Steinmetz

greatleapsideways: From the tumblr of Bryan Schutmaat: Salva...

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:41:22 -0400

greatleapsideways:

From the tumblr of Bryan Schutmaat: Salva López updated his site with a lot of great new work.

mpdrolet: Shawn Gust

Sun, 05 May 2013 22:08:13 -0400

mpdrolet:

Shawn Gust

Amy (and Aya) in the studio

Thu, 02 May 2013 23:42:00 -0400

Amy (and Aya) in the studio

my baby

Wed, 01 May 2013 22:50:13 -0400

my baby

Being carted out of the gallery at 6 am after an (almost)...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 10:10:00 -0400

Being carted out of the gallery at 6 am after an (almost) complete installation with delirium complete.. show opens tonight!

Lalah, 2011

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 15:52:46 -0400

Lalah, 2011

greatleapsideways: Together with my intrepid and excellent...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:50:16 -0400

greatleapsideways:

Together with my intrepid and excellent classmates, Janelle Proulx and Cynthia Henebry, we will be opening our first year MFA show at Black Iris Gallery here in Richmond, April 26th from 7-10pm next week.

The show will be open every Friday & Saturday from 11-5pm until May 18th, 2013. We hope to see you there.

Untitled photograph by Janelle Proulx.

One week to go!!

Cornelia Keller, 1969

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 16:21:10 -0400

Cornelia Keller, 1969

“Those original solitudes, the childhood solitudes, leave...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 17:36:00 -0400

“Those original solitudes, the childhood solitudes, leave indelible marks on certain souls. Their entire life is sensitized for poetic reverie, for a reverie which knows the price of solitude. Childhood knows unhappiness through men. In solitude, it can relax its aches. When the human world leaves him in peace, he feels like the son of the cosmos. And thus, in his solitudes, from the moment he is master of his reveries, the child knows the happiness of dreaming which will later be the happiness of the poets.”

Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Reverie

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 16:19:18 -0400

greatleapsideways: “The world is blue at its edges and in its...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 21:26:42 -0400

greatleapsideways:

“The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. “Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world. One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a bend reveals a sudden vision of San Francisco in shades of blue, a city in a dream, and I am filled with a tremendous yearning to live in that place of blue hills and blue buildings, though I do live there, I just left there after breakfast, and the brown coffee and yellow eggs and green traffic lights filled me with no such desire, and besides I was there already and was looking forward to going hiking on the mountain’s west slope.

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away.”

—Rebecca Solnit The Blue of Distance

markdanielharley: Here we go! Can’t wait to see this...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 15:15:59 -0400

markdanielharley:

Here we go!

Can’t wait to see this show!

The first 40x50 is off to the framer for my candidacy show!

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:28:58 -0400

The first 40x50 is off to the framer for my candidacy show!