Once upon a time, a photographer found herself on a Nebraskan parking lot, face with a beautiful sunset and time to kill (waiting for her pizzas). (Nom.) If you've never been, Nebraska is kind of flat and open - not a lot of anything between you and the Big Ol' Sky.
So the photographer walked to the middle of the basically empty parking lot, and started spinning.
Half second exposures allowed her to spin almost 360 degrees.
(What's that white light, the moon? She thought so too, but no - it's a light in the parking lot. Ha.)
You could call it "purple". But let's be honest, the mauve-y Between color is so much better than a simple purple. The edgeland between blue and yellow, warm and cool, the netherland one must appreciate and apprentice oneself to, if one wants a relationship with Color.
This painting is based on a photo from 2006, which may or may not have been taken in at my college dining hall. It may or may not be wobbling glass of water - more likely the camera is moving and the glass is still. To me, it's affirmation. Look! This abstract photography addiction isn't wholly new, it's been building for years and years... Which you can see, actually, in my photography work from around 2006, too - even my black and white analog work gets excited about abstraction.
This might be my favorite section
All to my surprise, of course, because I have zero memory of taking this photo, nor most of the abstract photos I've found from my analog class. Except the one of the pigeons. And since I thought you all might enjoy it, I've taken a photo of it, below.
Note to potential buyers:
I finished the painting yesterday, so while you may lay claim to it now, I can't ship it until it's dry.
You may remember the first in this series (if not, here). A and I were driving back to New York from Portland, and stopped in Boston-ish to watch the sunset. It's just as hard as you'd think to find a good (#don'ttowme) place to park and have a good view, but we eventually found a parking garage that was (yay) free on Sundays. Win! To the roof, with haste!
If you know me at all, you know I'm a sucker for good lighting. Give me a few hours from pre-dawn to post-sunrise (concepts I now differentiate, dawn vs sunrise), or a good hour or two near sunset, my precious golden hour. (Not "my precious" but ok, kind of.) That's not the point. The point is that the clouds in this particular sunset, combined with the expected fantastic light, produced the foundation for some great images.
Here's to another rooftop sunset to play with soon.