It’s interesting how time changes one’s perspective. The following two images were hidden in plain sight among a more complete series of work (will be posted sooner or later). I remember not thinking much of these photos when I took them. But now, four or five years later, I find myself taken with them. Texture, color, a sense of the surface of the film. Simple pleasures, simple photos.
Even before I started college I was fascinated by religious iconography: tragic, torturous stories illustrated with some of the most beautiful figures in the history of art. The sensual nature of the works creates a strange but enthralling dichotomy. They are spiritual, devotional . . . yet carnal. I developed a deep love of the sculptor Bernini (Baroque period) as well as etchings and prints from the Medieval period. These works ended up informing most of the artwork I created while in college.
The following photos are two of my all-time favorites, featuring my two favorite models. They are from a 12-image series, entitled “Mastering Translation,” originally presented in the same diptych format in a single line on a wall.
Summer! I have been craving summer days since the first snowflakes started falling this past winter. And what a long winter it was: feet of snow, icy sidewalks for weeks on end, plummeting temperatures. March was disgusting as it always is in Boston. April, May and June were teases this year: plenty of rain but only a few warm days.
But finally! Finally the heat and the sun have come to the Northeast. Thanks to an extra day off allotted by my workplace, I had the first of July to myself and wanted to celebrate the season.
I’m not one for beaches, but something sounded so perfect about getting out of the city and spending a few hours on the sand by the ocean. I had heard from numerous people that Crane Beach was exceptionally pretty so I decided to give it a go. There is a mansion on the estate that I didn’t make it to that day, but I definitely intend to go back. The surrounding area is truly lovely.
I arrived fairly early in the day, hoping to avoid crowds, and was not disappointed. There was a decent amount of people there but still plenty of space to wander and stretch out.
(for more photos of the beach, visit my Flickr page)
I ended up leaving around noon as the skies grew cloudy, on the hunt for a nearby farm stand and a lobster roll. The lobster roll would be a first for me (3 years in Massachusetts without having had a lobster roll is way too long!), but I feel quite nostalgic every time I visit a farm stand since I grew up in farm country in Pennsylvania. I ended up at Russell Orchards, wooed by the signs for strawberries and fruit wine.
The grounds of the orchards are great for a mid-afternoon respite: lots of shade and picnic tables interspersed among the grounds. There were fresh apple cider donuts being made inside the stand, and fields of strawberries open for visitors.
And they had the coolest barn door ever.
Every Sunday during the summer, a few parking lots in the South End of Boston are overtaken by arts and crafts vendors, a farmer’s market, and a vintage market. These markets, plus bevy of food trucks, make up the SoWa Open Market. Today was summer perfection: high 70s and sunny, the perfect weather for a trip down to the South End.
The walk from Back Bay to SoWa took me through one of my favorite parts of the city. The brownstones are reminiscent of those in New York City, and the area has a calm that isn’t found in most of Boston. People were out walking their dogs, spending time with family, and enjoying the sun. The light was fantastic.
The market was busy when I arrived and I was tempted by the many different jewelry stands, but I spent most of my time in the vintage market. The colors and textures were what most caught my eye:
If you’re in the market for anything vintage, hand-crafted, or fresh from the earth, definitely check out the SoWa markets. It’s a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
There will probably be many more posts similar to this one as I never tire of wandering around Boston. But here are some scenes from downtown Boston and the North End.
I took my camera out for a trial run in downtown Boston, starting at the Farmer’s Market in Copley Square. It was early in the season (late May), so there wasn’t much produce, but two things stuck out . . .