The boys are off school today. Jared gave me beautiful tulips for Valentine’s Day and they are still beautiful today. Porter is nearly done with his book that he’s reading above, and all of us are kind of lazing around today. I am working on crocheting my first sweater, and that is very slow-going. It’s perfect for today.
My taste in my photography is changing. I know this because of several photos I took of Oliver yesterday, this is by far my favorite:
It’s this one I was drawn to, this one that I want to print eventually. I took several more posed compositions, but this one speaks to me about the new discoveries Oliver is making every day right now. It’s this one that describes more about life in this particular season.
I have no idea if that qualifies as progress in my art. But I do know that the stories I have to tell through my photography are starting to bubble up to the surface. This photo of Oliver proves that fact.
There have been projects going on in this house.
Wish I could say I was responsible for the big one, but I am ever-so-grateful to my wonderful uncle, who painted our living room. It went from dated-drab to fresh and gorgeous in three days. I am so thrilled!
Jared and I did work most of the weekend on cleaning around this house. Turns out that, whether it’s the momentum of knowing there’s more painting to do, or whether it’s the very fact that the living room is tons of shades lighter, something in this household is good for my mood right now. It’s like living in a different house all of a sudden.
Life is good.
My goal for the next year is to do more personal photography work. I started a project last year and it may continue, revolving around family artifacts, but I need something closer to home than family history will give me.
This series of four photos is called “Survival.” Jared came up with the name. It’s about the fact that motherhood has been such a kick in the pants for me. I love my boys, all three of them, no doubt. But before the boys came along, I had no idea what it took to be a mom or for that matter, what it took out of a person to be a part of a big family. Or at least, I should say, it takes quite a bit out of me to be a mom and to be part of what is now a relatively large family. As an only child who grew up in a quiet household, this boisterous house of boys is a lot to take in sometimes.
So anyway, these photos were all taken tonight, in our living room.
I like the color photos, but the black and white ones here stand out to me because of their subject matter. The last photo shows what an effort it takes to deal with the holidays, which is why the Christmas stuff still fits into the theme of the photos.
I want to write more about my photography. There are stories to tell, but I am terrified to tell them primarily because all my stories aren’t happy, shiny, beautiful stories. Many of my stories are dark, dreary, and terrifying. I’m in a better place, but the sad things still come to the surface when I allow art to drift naturally. I think it’s something I just have to work out.