Remember the other week I mentioned that we had worked on a family photo shoot? Well we were the ones behind the camera. Nothing unusual about that for my husband but lots of fun for me who got to enjoy wearing an 'art director' hat for the day.
I love what we ended up with. LOVE them!
I think its so easy to ruin a portrait, either because its too "out there" and dates quickly or too "safe" and fails to capture the character of the people in the frame. We took a lot of fun photos with the children then changed location and spent time shooting the family together. It worked really well. There was a lot of planning and hard work on the day ( the children were amazingly patient! ) but the results are absolutely worth it. Ashleigh waded through nearly 1000 images he took and edited the best. This family now have a gorgeous group of photos they can have printed to adorn walls and make grandparents deliriously happy.
Of course the best part was that the family we were working with were absolutely thrilled. You can't ask for more than that can you.
If you are in Sydney and interested in booking a photo session you can contact Ashleigh via email-
-found his hands =which was hysterical to watch as he twisted and turned and unfurled fingers with utter amazement on his face.It reminded me of those scenes in "Look Whos Taking" (thats aged me hasnt it!)
-learnt to reach out and hold things and successfully cram them into his mouth
-tried repeatedly to get both his fists into his mouth.So far this has not worked for him
-discovered the world of raspberries
-been sleeping through the night since week 13 ( Woo!!!)
-given us a taste of how much this child will use his voice once he discovers the world of words
-learnt the fun of rolling side to side and flinging his legs up over his head
-roared with deep belly guffaws as we behave like complete launatics for his entertinment
-realised we have a cat
-admitted that she is appallingly uninterested in him
-continued to stop the tears and have a little chat and a kiss even when he is extremely upset
-reminded us constantly that we are all ridiculously lucky that he is here and sweet and healthy
-cottoned onto the fact that these felt numbers his mother positions above his head once a month are quite good to gnaw on
In the old days of being 'me' I used to draw. Not painting, that wasnt my thing. But drawing I felt able and I loved it. Admittedly it was used in a design sense rather than a free and artistic way but I knew how it felt and how it was meant to work on the page.
Somewhere along the way I drew less and less until I realised that I didnt think I could anymore.
I am a firm believer that we are all born able to create art but school and society and parents with conventional mortgage dreams, drag it out of many of us. The lucky ones manage to hold onto it or recapture it.
My hands became used to doing other things. Mainly with fabrics.
Then my husband bought me a Wacom tablet for my birthday. What you say? No jewels for turning forty??
No. But its ok. He didnt just buy me the basic model. He told me he saw down the track so he bought me the semi professional model. Heart. Failure. Mine.
To start with, the stylus and I had very very different ideas about how this was meant to happen. My eyes didnt know where to look-at the screen or at my hand with the "pencil" ?
I am slowly realising all the truly amazing things this tablet will allow me to do. Including painting which has never been for me. My Grampa was always the painter. The artist.
But I'm brave on the tablet. And my eyes and hand seem to be getting better aquainted again. Baby steps.
This was super fast. The close up of the soft grey and orange from Friday? Another ( please dont groan) hat for the smallest head around here. My goodness it is so disgustingly satisfying making tiny fast things.
I am becoming aware that these are my procrastination projects given that the things I need to get completed are huge and time consuming but phwah. Its nice.
Forgive the fuzzy.He started bouncing like a monster.