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Margo is my neighbor and my muse. We live in the middle of nowhere so it is nice to have a neighbor and a muse all rolled into one. I started photographing her as soon as she moved up here, she is breathtakingly beautiful. What I didn’t know is that she can write like a house on fire. And she has stories to tell. Oh, the stories she has to tell. One day she handed me a manuscript and I read one line. The first line. And I knew right away, this girl can write. Each week we sit down and write together for an hour. We do this three times a week. Each time I am blown away by her brain. Amazing. Never sat across from a writer like Margo. Wow. I always count my blessings out here, there are so many things I appreciate and Margo is at the top of the list. The Modern Love essay that was posted in the paper today is just the tip of the iceberg. Can’t wait for the book!
Big News! I am now represented by Geras–Tousignant Gallery in San Francisco (@437 Pacific Avenue).
“Art comes into being in that abstract interval between a thought and reality, and no one – not even the artist who created it – can remeasure the influences that caused it.” ~ Edgar A. Payne
Two years ago, I bought a house sight unseen from a post on Facebook by a man I barely knew. “Who wants to be my neighbor?” was his query along with the picture of a small white farmhouse mired in snow. It was March. That snow looked fresh. I was in LA, where the sun was relentlessly shining as it had been for the past 25 years of my time there. I was so done with LA, I wanted that little house in the snow dress.
Two years ago, I had no idea what was in store for me. I had a vague idea that I was going to live in a campground for the month of July while my 1820’s farmhouse was being demo’d and renovated. While I was waiting on the house I took photographs with my iPhone. To stay sane.
What I thought might be a few months of renovation stretched into 8 months of waiting deep in the countryside. And, thank god, because of a dearth of cell towers my iPhone didn’t work as a phone anymore and it was only useful as a camera…because between July and January of that year I took over 20,000 photographs with it.
And because I posted so many pictures on my Facebook page, a gallery in central New York asked me to have a show in their gallery. My iPhoneography of the local flora and fauna made people smile, the images moved people and instantly I had collectors who bought multiples of my work.
And now, two months after my first show and two years, almost to the day, of moving to central New York, my iPhoneography takes me all the way back to California to a gallery in San Francisco.
See the link below for the images and for more information contact James Scott Geras, firstname.lastname@example.org 415.986.1647
Thank you, iPhone and thank-you, Margo Steines, Connors Page and Xav Jimenez…my cNY muses.
My Artist Statement:
“To deify and illuminate the ordinary, this is what moves me. Each photo is a memory, a photographic attempt at capturing a love affair unfolding- a glimpse of “love at first sight” infused with my present and my past. My daily rebirth is in each frame- a swan dive into the deep end of the pool, lit by color, texture, and emotion. My macro images are meant to convey the glory of nature, things we would never see unless we fell to our knees. One of my life mentors, Miss Pamela des Barres, imagines that if my images were music they would sound like Beethoven, Sinatra and the Beatles combined. I’ll take that.”
A portrait! What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound. ~ Charles Baudelaire, 1859 I am an iPhoneographer shooting with natural light. I document the rural life of central New York- those things that are closest to me…the flora, the fauna, the people. With people, I like to capture the portrait in a nano second, even if the sitters are posing…I wait for the moment between breaths, the second where the guard drops in order to capture the essence in front of me. iPhones are tricky in situations with movement so patience is key.
“No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.”
Dunga Brook Diary, 2/28/13
Yesterday, I sat with Kristen, the gallery director at Cherry Branch Gallery. Prepping for my show, we were scouring each and every picture I have uploaded to FB in the past year and a half, she’s picking her favorites and categorizing them.
There are about 7 folders of pictures so far, my favorite being the “I can’t live without” folder, loaded with pictures that make her sigh, close her eyes and drop her head in exhausted ecstasy. There are a lot of pictures to look through. She might just be tired.
When I see my photos through her editing eyes, I can see we are going to have a kick ass show.
One thing I don’t have many of are “people photos”. This is Margo, my neighbor, making sausage in her kitchen last summer, you can’t see Tim who is half-naked with a tattoo across his shoulder’s that reads, “Grace”. Margo is in this lovely white Grecian gown that looks like it cost about a dollar but you could take her anywhere.
Kristen would drop sigh, drop her head and close her eyes at this photo, too, but she hasn’t seen it yet. When she does she will drop into the folder “special effects” because I photoshopped it. She will ask me to find the original. She likes purity.
And I will. But I couldn’t resist photoshopping it last night, Margo is a work of art.
A big hug and XO to you, Kristen.