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Still life of stamps and ink pads.

 

Isn’t color wonderful? Extra Vivid color can turn a plain photograph into something full of life. I love playing with the color settings on my phone camera using the b612 selfie app. I use the setting called Sheep. It makes the colors really bright and vivid and brings out highlights and shadows.

Lemonade Dream

These images come from a series I did. It is photographs of tulle on canvas. I love the way tulle lets you play with color and line. Editing the photos on my phone is satisfying.  I create moodscapes out of tulle, glitter, and Swarovski crystal jewels. Soon I will create them out of yarn, pom poms, paint, curling ribbon, tissue, sequins, and other materials. Photographic bright, colorful objects sparks my  creativity.

It is People I am Tired of

For the past several years I have labored under the illusion that I was sick of photography. What I have come to realize over the past week is that I am not tired of photography, I am burnt out on photographing people.  The only people I  love to photograph are family members. I am tired of photographing people and I don’t want to photograph models anymore like I used to.

I love still life shots, nature photography, macro photography, and lifestyle photography. It is not that I am not interested in people, but just that I feel I can say more about the human condition and speak to the soul more by photographing the objects of civilization and the nature that surrounds us than I can by photographing people themselves. It is just my personality.

I am rediscovering my passion for photography and developing a style with my favorite camera and editing apps. I tend to like rich, saturated colors or high contrast black and white. Right now faded vintage looks are really in, but I like bright colors and deep shadows. My style may not be the popular style, and it may not even be correct. But I create images I like. It is Vivienne style photography, sharp and rich. I am working on finding my visual voice. Somewhere along the line I lost it. I think it is because I abused photography for so long, and I let photography abuse me. I took something good, a wholesome art that brought me to God, and I let it tear me asunder. I used good for evil and it chewed me up and spit me out in so many ways.

But that is a topic for another day.