I’ve been feeling very inspired since stumbling upon the work of Francesca Woodman last weekend. Her use of black and white film and long exposures was insanely detailed and impressive. I don’t know if I quite have the patience to test out and plan such tricky shots, so I stand in awe of all her ghostly self portraits.
I think the reason I’m so obsessed with taking b&w self portraits lately is because I feel very raw from the end of my first relationship.. and from all the emotional turmoil that has plagued me since then. I’m fascinated by the contrast between vulnerability, innocence, and growth.
This shot was taken with my digital Nikon SLR. I finally figured out my b&w setting (pathetic, I know) and have been going crazy practicing. B&w is all about lighting… and when you get it right, the results are so exciting.
This shot really wasn’t planned…. but I’m happy with the planes of focus, the grain, and the composition. I feel that despite my novice, I’m blessed to sometimes take the sort of pictures I wish I took (if that makes any sense!).
I want nothing more than to shoot b&w film in New York City someday. I still have such a huge love affair with film. I find it to be so pure and truthful.
Speaking of New York…. I’m applying soon for 2 different grad school’s there. Such an exciting time in my life. I have yet to actually visit “the big apple”… still, the city holds multiple dream-like ideas for me. It stands for (possibly) a new chapter.. It’s also a place I draw a lot of daydreaming inspiration from - fashion and career-wise. The guy I was seeing this summer was a composer based out of New York. He was back in his hometown for multiple personal reasons this spring, summer, and fall… and the time I spent with him was one of immense growth. He technically may not have been my “first love” but I consider him to be my first real love… and the city to me is him.. it’s the possibilities and the truths about myself and life that I learned through him. It’s full of his determination and dedication, his flaws and all sorts of new possibilities and doors to life. Doors I don’t want to miss out on. I have a desire to face my fears, to branch out, to go places, to do things. To BE Sarah. Finally.