Friday, April 26 from 5:00 - 8:00 pm
The reception is free and open to the public.
Come down and see!!!!!!
|House of Seven Gables: 115 Derby Street. Salem, MA 01970|
|House of Seven Gables: 115 Derby Street. Salem, MA 01970|
I want to let everyone know who is in the area, and those that are able to come up here to the Salem, MA area!!!
There is lots of news happening with the Salem Arts Association. As the recently elected Vice President, I want to be sure folks know and we can get lots of participation.
Right now... a collaborative effort with the House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA. When was the last time you were there? When was the last time you got to see artists at work outside of their studios? When was the last time... hmm...
An en plein air event presented by the Salem Arts Association, in collaboration with the House of the Seven Gables.
Something I have struggled with my entire life: identity. Is it irony that is the premise of the majority of my portraiture photography?
The identity piece? I grew up in a middle class primarily (ok.. all) Caucasian neighborhood. I went to prep middle school/ boarding high school. All of this in the 70s on. So.. people either ignored me, or they were touching my hair, (causing me to CONSTANTLY say... Do NOT Touch My Hair!) asking if my skin burned in the sun (ummm I'm sorry, am I human?), if privates look exaggerated, was I am built like I am unlike the kids from the "Blue Book".
I take NOTHING away from my parents and the VERY VERY hard work they did for me to be able to have the education and to be able to dress like my counterparts etc etc. When I got to college, I was ahead in so many ways (once I was serious about college again). Once I got out into the world, I ran into terms like "straight shooter", "angry", "intimidating", "you are SO articulate" etc in my work world. Where some of these words can be construed as positive, in a work environment as a manager and director in a Caucasian male dominated field... it is not MEANT in that way. It is the carefully termed way to say... "You are a little too honest, and my golly you don't speak "Black". While, the other comments were "It is like you are white".
Just so it is VERY VERY clear, that is NEVER a compliment to a Black person, or in fact any person of ANY skin color OTHER than white. It is basically saying, the race you are.. is not that smart but you sound almost smart enough to be as good as a white person. Be it a person of one's own race or another... NOT GOOD! There, I said it... It is out there... And I do not apologize for it.
OK, so let me get back to growing my hair back, choosing it to be "natural" and identity. So, in a sense it is me making a stand, and being VERY proud of who I am. I am NOT a "small boned", European looking, quiet woman with naturally straight hair.
After my car accident a few years ago, I started shaving my head to allow for the glass that was constantly coming out. Since in the last year I have maybe pulled out 1 or 2 pieces, I decided to begin to grow my hair out. Last year I became frustrated in the summer so, shaved it all down again. Since then, I have been growing it back out.
It has taken absolutely forever! It is about 4" long (root to tip). But consider my having very thick and kinky hair (tight tight curls), so that is REALLY about 1". Needless to say, it can be a bit discouraging. The longer I leave it growing naturally, the more seems to end up in the shower and all over the house. Lots and lots of little curly hairs... You know what I mean..
Anyway, someone gave me 2 things, conditioner derived of multiple oils to be left in for an hour covered, for once a week and another which is a leave in daily conditioner. Sunday, Dave and I went to Whole foods and purchased about $100 worth of natural oils. (OUCH!) We went home and I started mixing like the witches in Shakespeare's Macbeth. Once completed I tried out the hour long treatment. It seems to have left my hair pretty moisturized. Yesterday, I made the leave in moisturizer and needed to mix.. and mix... and mix... and my hand got sore.. so I tried stirring..
|Elisabeth Neville © 2013|
Witch 1. Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;William Shakespeare - Macbeth
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
It has been roughly 16 years since Chou Chou (pronounced shoo - shoo) entered my life. And to this day he is my love, and my sweet sweet protective baby.
We were introduced on my 30th birthday as a means to get me out of a deep depression. I have had a rough time with birthdays since my 16th when I had a horrible occurrence happen at my boarding school which forever changed me. (maybe more on that at another time. I have been working on a project for a couple of years now.) I was laying in bed in my apartment and my father came to visit me and brought me to the North Shore Animal Shelter to pick out a cat. He and my mother felt that I needed some company to get me out of myself.
After a great deal of convincing, we went to the store, bought the necessary items, and some food, and off we went to the shelter. Once we arrived, we walked by so so many cats. I think I wanted to take them all home until.....
|Elisabeth Neville © 2013 - Chou Chou's 22 toes|
|Elisabeth Neville © 2013 - Chou Chou's beautiful green eyes|
Sometimes I forget about the little things. I tend to look at people and notice the intricacies of their skin and face. Notice the color of their eyes, how they react when they smile or frown.
People watching is my thing!
But... sometimes I just walk around and notice my neighborhood. The little things. The birds, the rocks, the decay, and the newness when the "snowbirds" return from their winter homes. Yesterday and today, I just captured little things and looked at the colors... browns, greens, yellows. The coming of spring, the leftovers from winter.
Thought I might share some.