24 December 2014
12 December 2014
24 September 2014
You should come down with me and support the photographers who will be presenting on our behalf. The event is $15 for brunch and presentation. You will be entertained and you will be out early to still have a day to enjoy.
15 September 2014
I have been working on a project in my studio, which seems to be going VERY slowly. Part of it is the lack of models. It is not a matter of wanting "MODELS", but those that are natural, and beautiful in their own right!
NO PHOTOSHOPPING! I will NOT do it! These are all straight out of the camera and ready for view! I had originally named it a "Burlesque" shoot but, I think I may rename it!
Here is a shot from the series!
|Mary Mary by Elisabeth Neville © 2014|
11 September 2014
Tonight Don Toothaker will be giving a presentation for a Meet Up GroupI run. Using a series of images and discussion we will talk about "How to Get the Most from Your Photography". Contact me if you are interested in attending!
There will be snacks and beverages for all!
(If nothing else... come see great images, hear a great talk and eat some snacks and have a drink.. or two...)
Everyone is Welcome to Attend!
Studio is: 95 Rantoul st. Beverly. Studio 4-3
7:00 pm tonight - 9/11/2014
|Don Toothaker © 2014|
22 August 2014
I have taken some time off from my blog to get my act together. Lots going on and not going on, if you dig where I am coming from...
I have gone from looking DESPERATELY to get out of the situation I was in at the college where I was teaching for the last 5 years. People warned me about academia and I didn't listen (as usual). Then.. I got chewed up.. and spit out as I was warned... double alumna be damed..
So, I got a job, then another job, then another job.... and I was still not making ends meet, and I was getting less time in the studio. THEN... FINALLY a job that I wanted all along came back after the 3 month trial period for their last employee (the one they chose over me). WOOO!!!! It is a great job for me, and it allows me to get my OCD out of my system before I come home. (well most of it...)
You are welcome Dave!
But, through all of that... something happened in the news. Not in MY back yard. Which is very safe and protected.. Someone breaks into someone's car and the town is in an uproar.. "Oh MY not in MY town!!! What is this world coming to??!!"
So... a young man named Kajieme Powell was shot. The way you see a rabid animal shot down (which I ALSO cannot watch without feeling pain) He was shot because he stole 2 bottles of energy drinks. was he in the wrong for that. YES! Was the right action taken? the store owner/manager/worker (I have no idea which) called the police for shoplifting. YES! then comes the part that rips me to my core...
I was hanging with the boys after a day of surfing at Hampton Beach one July 4th. It was a really fun day..At the end, we all went back to the car (After fireworks) and were all leaning against the car.
Some men came up (later to find out they were undercover officers) and started yelling at us to get in the car. My "bf" at the time.. (ugh) said something smart, and the cops zeroed in on us. They held him up against the car, which scared me. I didn't understand that they were police.. they had not identified themselves as such yet. I yelled and ran over (what was I going to do? Stop a fight between 2 guys and my "bf"? They then let him go, flipped me toward the car and SLAMMED me into it multiple times and pulled their gun on me.
I have to say.. I have NEVER felt so alone as that moment. Everyone was just staring and no one said anything. I later (2 days of pain later) found out 2 of my ribs were fractured. At a certain point they just walked off. (or maybe I blacked out from fear. I can honestly say I had not had a gun deliberately pointed at me before.
The next day my "bf"'s mother called the station after hearing our story and this is what the hampton police said... "Yea, some stupid Black chick was acting up, you know how they do, and if we could have gotten a paddy wagon in we would have done more.. THEN arrested her... laughter".
So, I was taught that I was the same as everyone else. I was taught that only people who had something wrong with THEM would say and do things and not to take it personally. I was taught to just ignore ignorance.
I ALSO was brought up to respect police, and to this day I do.. I have met some great ones and a couple have saved my life and been friends.
Now, how am I to look at this?
Shaken to my core.
14 May 2014
I have started working at a local Gallery - What is it called you ask? Well, I'll tell you!!!
The gallery has wonderful artwork in the front. A lot of different artists (painters, sketchers, photographers.... artists)
In the BACK.. you will find me and many other local artists teaching workshops for kids and adults. Some of the local artists are Martha Quigley, Emmy Asklar Miller, Beth Ferris, Kathleen Hagan Quigley, and myself. LUCKY YOU..
Give the studio a call and sign up! (781.631.5588)
The workshops are broken up into age groups, but there is NO reason you cannot sign up with your kiddo or have them sign up for others.
Ages 3 - 5 workshops will run from 9:30 - 11:30 am
Ages 5 - 10 workshops will run from 3:00 - 5:00 pm
Adult workshops will run from 6:00 - 9:00 pm
The workshops may be purchased per person
- The 4 workshop days at $120
- Class by class at $35
04 February 2014
Find this event on Facebook!
Thursday and Friday 5:00pm – 7:00pm
Saturday and Sunday 12:00pm – 4:00pm
And by appointment.
Porter Mill is located at 95 Rantoul Street, Beverly, MA 01915
For more info: Porter Mill
18 January 2014
Today in my Photo Class, one of my students said "WOW, can you believe next class is the last one?".
Um, actually NO! I have been thinking about how much fun it has been teaching them and I thought we MUST have more time, but no. I was looking at the shots taken the first week by the students, with trepidation. The eagerness to take as many shots as possible, and to understand how the camera was working and to add on composition and color. I think it was a bit much.
|a little too much light, exposure too long.. fear of the camera in manual.|
I will not say which student this is, but she has come a LONG WAY BABY!!!
|Stephanie Krauss Verdun © 2014|
06 January 2014
The end of 2013 was fraught with uncertainty and the inability to pay the simplest of bills because of an unannounced, unplanned, not discussed with me, change in my teaching schedule. One semester was to correct the overload I had but the next is just a sign that this is not for me. Adjunct teaching, I was warned was even MORE uncertain than being a regular freelancer. As a freelancer, you have communication and a contract that either comes to a definite end, or is renewed.. but with.... COMMUNICATION.
I have to admit, I have been frustrated in my search (as sadly many know who have been on my website or facebook page). I am regretting the frustration as I think about a day recently I had in my part time job.
Because I have been unable to keep up financially, I have gone back to work in retail. I have not been in retail since I was about 19 and I had dropped out of college. In fact, it was my motivation to go BACK to college and fight through to get my degree. I have been kicking and screaming as I think about the job and there are good days and there are bad days. I have taken to the idea of my walking five to six hours straight is exercise, which is sorely needed. I have met some wonderful people, most are SIGNIFICANTLY younger than I, but they are fun to be around and laugh with. I find that I do not take the work home with me, and I am able to go to my studio (which I am calling to the goddesses I able to keep) and do my work with a semi clear mind.
Keeping this all in mind, I have been trying to get perspective and put things in order.
On Saturday, perspective walked into the store.
In the morning, I began teaching a course that I put together and promoted and found that glimmer of hope I had begin to miss in teaching at a college level. I had wonderful students, interested in learning and were NOT sitting on a computer watching videos, doing other homework, or "texting" on their phone. I was feeling good, and I am bringing in income of my own, under my OWN business name. Something I have wanted to do forever. It is slow coming but it is coming.
But, I digress...
|Elisabeth Neville © 2013|
Going through the typical playful banter I usually have with the customers, she was grinning ear to ear. Now, I KNEW I was not THAT funny. What was she grinning about?
This early 20s young woman whose clothing I had critiqued earlier blurted out "This is my first pair of boots!".
First pair? At 20? I cannot even imagine. (I of COURSE did not say that our loud.) She continued her story: She is a single mom, on her own and trying to make ends meet. She made it through the holidays and got her child the gifts he wanted, and worked double shifts the entire time. The waited until her next check, paid her bills and still had a little left over. She always wanted a pair of boots, and she bought herself one of the tall black stylish type. They were on sale, and she was BEAMING!
I was so excited for her. In fact, I am STILL excited for her. She said she was going to wear them everyday until they wore out. I said I want her to come in and look for me next time she is out so I can check to see that she is holding to that. She laughed and said thank you, and almost skipped out of the store.
I finished my shift and checked out and walked to my car and sat for a minute, as I seem to always do when I walk out of the mall. While I was sitting I thought about this young woman and I actually broke down and sobbed for a minute. (Clearly it was stored up for a while in there..)And I thought how spoiled I had become and how many pairs of shoes I have (FAR less than I used to... FAR FAR less) and how I take it for granted. The education I have (which is not being used right now) and the life I have and that I complained about my galoshes when I was a child, and the color of my "bean" boots when they were not the right color or name brand when I was a teen, and that I am basically working 3 jobs to make it, but have the opportunities to move forward.
This young woman has so much in front of her and I KNOW she will succeed. She helped me, and made my prospects in 2014 much brighter.
For that I thank HER!