Vacation is a house on the beach but
this year I found time to reflect on the backside of the island!
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Monday, June 15, 2015
New artisit Hey Jude creates important series in visual art!
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Monday, June 8, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
We have created a facebook page and want you to visit the page and share it with anybody you feel may be interested.
https://www.facebook.com/homewoodstudio
Of course anyone can contact me thru email, website or phone.
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Monday, December 22, 2014
#pizza #foodphoto #leftovers
This shot of pizza is completely lit but I think it turned out pretty tasty!
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
I really enjoy finding people who are passionate about what they do and this man truly exudes
positive energy. He sits by the side of the highway all day with a bible in one hand and a microphone in the other preaching the word of the lord to passing cars.
His sign says "Honk if you know Jesus. Pull over if you don't"
Monday, October 6, 2014
Jude is hanging out on the deck.
Jude just wants to know what is planned for dinner!
Take a look at the other things we have going on...
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Any time you get a chance to see this killer act, DO IT!
My thanks to both Paul and Billy for allowing me to hang out. Thanks to Gary Vincent for the great locations and hospitality in Clarksdale.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Faces Project
I have recently been asked to think about a faces as art project for a client's personal collection.
Here are some tests i am doing to see what starts to feel like the right direction to take off..
6'x6' square images printed on stretched canvas or metal sheets.
Please respond with your favorite version!
Friday, September 19, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
The bedroom of this old shack at the edge of a cotton field near the Stovall Plantation is said to be where McKinley Morganfield started writing songs and playing guitar. Later using the nickname his Mother gave him, Muddy Waters.
Rolling Fork, Mississippi .
May 9, 2014
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Scout spent her whole life loving and playing with everyone she met, never disliked anyone (except the lady and her two dogs that have the nerve to walk past our house every day) and was glad to let a grandchild lay on her or pull her tail.
She loved the lake and took full advantage of swimming and rolling in the fresh cut grass, chased frisbees, tennis balls and sticks, went hiking in the mountains and swimming in the private pool of the beach house, traveled with me almost everywhere I went on my daily routine, her head hanging out the back window or right between the seats getting my right shoulder wet. The bank, post office, hardware store, everywhere she went people loved to see her. The teller at the bank cried when I told her of Scout's passing! I have had several clients request her presence during photo shoots at my Homewood studio, she had a bunch cameo appearances in videos and catalogs!
I will always remember her happy love and wonderful eyes, the musky smell when I buried my face in her fur. I will miss her forever!
But she taught me that we have the fortunate lifestyle that would allow for another sweet animal to enjoy the life she did. The circumstance that so many envy, the ability to spend the time, energy and money required to give a animal a good healthy life. We will never replace Scout but we are looking forward to the fun and excitement of a new puppy!
More to follow….
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
CASA Project
I recently was invited to participate in an event for CASA. Court Appointed Special Advocate program here in Alabama. This is a very worthwhile volunteer organization that provides an advocate for children caught up in our family court system.The mission is to ensure that every abused, neglected
and/or abandoned child in Alabama has a competent, caring volunteer
appointed to advocate for the child’s best interest in court. The event called "Through the Lens" matched photographers with a story to interpret. October 4th very special evening at the penthouse deck of Wiggins, Childs, Quin & Pantazi's LLC held a silent auction.
Here is "Mary's Story" that was sent to me to interpret.
Mary’s Story
The nightmare began at birth. When “Mary” was born she was dubbed “The Devil’s Daughter,” as her paranoid schizophrenic mother bizarrely identified her as a child from the Devil in a family where she desperately wanted only male children. Sexually abused herself as a child, Mary’s mother began to abuse her daughter at birth, putting her crib in a confining closet at the back of the house. She was convinced that her newborn daughter was trying to destroy her marriage and would end up having sex with her husband. When she was three weeks old a mosquito from the nearby swamps got through a hole in Mary’s closet and bit her, causing encephalitis, a high fever, convulsions and eventually a coma. Mary had to have her spine drained and spent weeks recovering in a hospital. All along her Mother insisted that she had been “born crazy.” At six weeks, Mary had to be rushed to the hospital when she stopped breathing and turned blue from lack of oxygen. Her Mother claimed that “Mary tried to kill herself” by stuffing her blanket down her throat ( as if a six week old were able to do that,) not admitting to paramedics that she had tried suffocating her daughter until she was near death. Mary, being the oldest daughter, took the full brunt of her Mother’s abuse, although younger sister “Betsy” was also badly mistreated when she was born. They were both routinely subjected to vindictive deprivation and homicidal rage, yet Mary was her Mother’s main target. The family also included two boys, but only the girls were subject to the terror and dread dealt to them by their mentally disturbed Mother. “My Mother wanted nothing to do with me or my sister Betsy, who was born eleven months after I was born in 1962,” says Mary. “Both of us were kept in separate cramped closets as infants and toddlers, and when we moved to our second home we were kept in a damp, musty, unfinished basement with just a mattress. The meager food we received was placed on the stairs, as if we were sub-humans or pets. Neither of us ever had any potty training and we would go for days without having our diapers changed and we both had terrible rashes and sores from our soggy diapers.”
Mother just wasn’t cut out for housework either, and didn’t think it necessary to attend to cleaning and housework. “She never washed dishes. There were pots of food molding in the kitchen and in the refrigerator,” Mary says. It was a terrifying existence for a child. Every day was simply something to endure, a test of survival. Eventually young Mary thought her father might come to her rescue and become her savior, but he was a slight man and powerless to deal with the destructive behavior his domineering 5-foot 9-inch, 250-pound wife exhibited toward his daughters.
Here are the three versions I came up with. Try to pick which one made it to the silent auction!
I want to thank Jane Malock for inviting me to participate.
Here is "Mary's Story" that was sent to me to interpret.
Mary’s Story
The nightmare began at birth. When “Mary” was born she was dubbed “The Devil’s Daughter,” as her paranoid schizophrenic mother bizarrely identified her as a child from the Devil in a family where she desperately wanted only male children. Sexually abused herself as a child, Mary’s mother began to abuse her daughter at birth, putting her crib in a confining closet at the back of the house. She was convinced that her newborn daughter was trying to destroy her marriage and would end up having sex with her husband. When she was three weeks old a mosquito from the nearby swamps got through a hole in Mary’s closet and bit her, causing encephalitis, a high fever, convulsions and eventually a coma. Mary had to have her spine drained and spent weeks recovering in a hospital. All along her Mother insisted that she had been “born crazy.” At six weeks, Mary had to be rushed to the hospital when she stopped breathing and turned blue from lack of oxygen. Her Mother claimed that “Mary tried to kill herself” by stuffing her blanket down her throat ( as if a six week old were able to do that,) not admitting to paramedics that she had tried suffocating her daughter until she was near death. Mary, being the oldest daughter, took the full brunt of her Mother’s abuse, although younger sister “Betsy” was also badly mistreated when she was born. They were both routinely subjected to vindictive deprivation and homicidal rage, yet Mary was her Mother’s main target. The family also included two boys, but only the girls were subject to the terror and dread dealt to them by their mentally disturbed Mother. “My Mother wanted nothing to do with me or my sister Betsy, who was born eleven months after I was born in 1962,” says Mary. “Both of us were kept in separate cramped closets as infants and toddlers, and when we moved to our second home we were kept in a damp, musty, unfinished basement with just a mattress. The meager food we received was placed on the stairs, as if we were sub-humans or pets. Neither of us ever had any potty training and we would go for days without having our diapers changed and we both had terrible rashes and sores from our soggy diapers.”
Mother just wasn’t cut out for housework either, and didn’t think it necessary to attend to cleaning and housework. “She never washed dishes. There were pots of food molding in the kitchen and in the refrigerator,” Mary says. It was a terrifying existence for a child. Every day was simply something to endure, a test of survival. Eventually young Mary thought her father might come to her rescue and become her savior, but he was a slight man and powerless to deal with the destructive behavior his domineering 5-foot 9-inch, 250-pound wife exhibited toward his daughters.
I want to thank Jane Malock for inviting me to participate.
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