WELL-RED CREATIONS

Hello! I'm very happy with how this site is coming along. As you've seen, I've uploaded many shots over the last several months, including many in Montreal. It was my first time in this amazing city, and such a beautiful experience esp as a photographer. I hope you enjoyed those pictures! 

   A few weeks ago I took a course in digital slr at CCAE which was very helpful. A good amount of my photos these days has been with my new Canon. I plan on taking some more classes around Boston to learn as much as possible about photography, then perhaps moving on to a new city, a little less hectic then here. 

   Currently I have partially used rolls of film in Holga, quad cam and my new tiny holga. My goal is to shoot in the next few days with those cams. In a few weeks, I will be in NYC to see Tori Amos, and then down the Jersey shore.  What a beautiful, wonderful world, I love being able to capture it.

I met my friend Jared today at South Station, and we took a long walk around the city. It was a beautiful warm day, so I got some great shots which are now posted. This was my first venture into Boston proper with the new camera, so my goal is to keep exploring this city in which I currently live and photograph as much as possible.

Thanks so much to everyone who came out to my two shows during jan/feb. I had an amazing time showcasing my photos at Simon's and Christopher's and loved hearing the comments on my work.These were my first two visual art shows ever! ("Metamorphosis and "Beloved") Stay tuned for upcoming shows! Right now I am looking forward to photographing in Montreal in a few weeks and hopefully the areas around Salem, Ma.      Namaste...

So here i am in jersey, in the house I grew up in, sitting in the basement at 1am, listening to the frogs ribbiting behind me, sipping from a bottle of Jose Cuervo I just took from behind the bar that is down here. my grandparents had this house built ages ago. I’ve seen photos of parties my grandparents hosted down here while my grandad made cocktails behind the bar and everyone laughed and danced. Last night I was very aware of how quiet the house now is. My grandma’s funeral was yesterday. She passed away the day before Easter. My granddad passed away the day after thanksgiving, 2005. I grew up with them, so it’s hard to believe they are both gone. my parents will likely sell this house soon, which I think is a good idea, still, the nostalgia makes me a bit sad.
I went out on Saturday night and had an old-fashioned, my grandma’s drink of choice. On Easter, I felt strangely calm and peaceful. I had a feeling that my grandparents
were in heaven, drinking old-fashioneds and manhattan’s, happy to be re-united and glad my family was getting along down here. Easter was a fitting time
for her passing.
I arrived in Nj Wednesday, just in time for the evening portion of the wake. I had given myself the pep talk about how peaceful she was, but seeing her in the casket still proved to be much harder than I imagined. I
hadn’t been back here since last Easter, so it was difficult to see her in this way. I’m not even entirely sure why, because I see death as passing onto another path of
life, and i always feel the connection between the living and dead. Still, I began sobbing immediately and wished i wasn’t surrounded by people I hadn’t seen in so long and some i didn’t even know. I was hit with all the usual condolences, and sorry’s and all i could do was nod and mumble a garbled thank you. After a few minutes, I retreated to the bathroom to let the tears out. i felt a little better but my head was pounding and it was difficult to make it through the 2 hours. A really special surprise was that my aunt had taken the poems i wrote,
’Magnolia’ for grandpa, and ’Illuminated’ for grandma and put them in the pamphlets
that were handed out, as well as had them framed by the casket. i was touched.
I slept for about 10 hours that night thankfully. The funeral was in the morning. I
felt better, no headache. It was easier than the wake, but still hard to get through.
There were more tears. We weren’t allowed to get up and speak at the church,
which was kind of a shame because I was too upset the night before to do so.
But the poems spoke for me. A sad, sad day and i was beginning to feel like I’d been gone from boston for a long time even though I’d just left. I miss some places,
and someone.
Things are settling down here now, although this quiet house could never be easy.
I go behind the bar and run my hands over the dusty glasses and ashtrays grandpa used all those years. I sit in grandma’s favorite chair and watch the big screen tv she watched ’general hospital’ on. I put on the ’Shalimar’ perfume she loved to wear, slide her diamond ring on my finger. I recognize the new connection I can
now have with them. Physically they are not here to see or touch, but they’re
2 more angels looking out for my family.
May you both rest in peace, happy together, and please visit us down here in whatever way you see fit. I’ll be watching for the signs. You are Loved and not forgotten. Oh, and please give Sylvia Plath, Janis Joplin, Marilyn Monroe, and all of the Beatles a big hug for me.

Upon discovering that wellredcreations.com was available, I decided to buy it and start this website. Previously, I had several different web presences for various works, but now I'd like to showcase everything in this one place. 
  I'm not sure exactly how I'll use the blog just yet, but I think I will post a few blogs I'd previously posted elsewhere. I want an even balance of professional and personal. Since my life of course effects my work, what's going on with me personally may play a part in what I'm shooting. I am mostly photographing and not writing as much, but there will definitely be more writing in time. 
Thank you for visiting!