Friday, August 19, 2011

{thoughts} finding a voice

As artists, we are always trying to "find ourselves." Whether it be on a personal or artistic level, we are constantly and continually on a mission to find our style, our voice. On a very base level, we want to be able to define who we are and what we do.

Depending on your specialty within the arts, you will find varying levels of support in this search party. Writers, I feel, have the hardest time. Writing is so personal, so provocative and heart-wrenching. You're baring your soul to others, awaiting inevitable criticism that will cut you to the quick. What amazes me is that not only are writers putting their heart and soul on the chopping block, they are doing so without a guaranteed monetary return. They continually throw themselves to the wolves, hoping that some day, some publisher will see the talent and dollar signs behind their story. On top of that, there doesn't seem to be a large network of other writers for the aspiring to turn to when they need direction. Most people are still in the writing closet, so to speak, because writing is such an extremely personal, provocative and heart-wrenching career-choice. I can see how it would be easier to keep one's true self closeted to others. So hats off to you, my writer friends. I am amazed at your ability to push forward; you are so much stronger than I.

As photographers, I think we have the opposite problem: we are inundated with information. On a daily basis our eyes are assaulted with the go-to photographers of the day, who's shooting with this, who's charging what, who's booking how much, how so-and-so made their money, "you can do it too!" and the like. There are a plethora of workshops, seminars and tutorials available. Yes, what we do is also extremely personal, but success seems much more accessible than say, to an aspiring novelist. When was the last time your aspiring writer-friend sold an amazing book to a publisher? Now when was the last time you heard of an acquaintance who is starting a photography business after suddenly "discovering a love for photography"? My bet is the latter wins, ten to one.

Unfortunately (artist soap box warning: beware!), I feel like photography has evolved from art expression to money-maker for the wanna-be artist. It seems as if people new to the business see photography as an easy way to make some extra money and work from home. Both semi-true statements; yes, you can make extra money and yes, you can work from home - but it is by no means easy. The one huge side effect of the photography get-rich-quick scheme? Our clients are suffering, two-fold. Not only are good people being charged for work they shouldn't be paying for, but as an art, the photography market has become diluted to the point where "art" is few and far between. The effort has not become quality, but quantity. Potential clients aren't looking for an artist in their photographer, they're looking for the best deal. 

Explain this to me: since when did cheaper art equal a better product?

As a generalization, those that appreciate art recognize a good painter. They recognize a great writer, an amazing poet. They recognize talent in sculpture, pen and ink. And now, because of the influx of said wanna-be's, it is becoming harder and harder for people to recognize a great photographer. It's not the client's fault that their focus has turned to price rather than product - that's simply the priority to which they've been exposed. 

Bottom line, I am an artist. Always have been. I am not new to photography, art or business. And in the end, my main focus is to create art whether or not it makes me any money. I want to catch raw emotion, new life and new beginnings. Do I want to make some money while I'm at it? Sure. But did I become a photographer to make myself oodles of money? No. I am a photographer because I am an artist, and my medium happens to be photography. 

This past week, I made a new photographer friend, Shannon. On her facebook wall, she had a link to a wonderful article by Cheryl Jacobs Nicolai called "My Advice for Aspiring Photographers." Not only are Cheryl's images stunning, but her words are equally as awe-inspiring. I've come back to this article every day this week just to process and reprocess the information - it's actually what inspired this obscenely long post. Of the list, a few really touched me and are things I plan on focusing on while I continue to build my artistic voice:

- You cannot specialize in everything.

Style is a voice, not a prop or an action. If you can buy it, borrow it, download it, or steal it, it is not a style. Don't look outward for your style; look inward.

- Never apologize for your own sense of beauty. Nobody can tell you what you should love. Do what you do brazenly and unapologetically. You cannot build your sense of aesthetics on a consensus.

- Never forget why you started taking pictures in the first place. Excellent technique is a great tool, but a terrible end product. The best thing your technique can do is not call attention to itself. Never let your technique upstage your subject.

- Learn that people photography is about people, not about photography. Great portraits are a side effect of a strong human connection.
And my favorite:
- Learn to say "I'm a photographer" out loud with a straight face. If you can't say it and believe it, you can't expect anyone else to, either.
Big props to anyone who actually finished this entire post. You're my hero. 
'Til next time...
~di

{kiyomi} steppin' up sneak peek

I'm considering offering senior sessions... thoughts?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

{things that make me happy} giving back

I was an awkward child.

There may or may not have been a phase when I refused to wear anything but sweatpants. There were six years of braces (yes, six). There were a few perms, a lot of spandex, and then there was definitely a time that I got a bowl cut so my brother and I would look like twins.

Then there was junior high. There was a transfer out of my original district - a transfer that was necessary because the new school was the only one with an "honors" program in the area. So I was in a new school, and I started out with the nerd thing. Then there were still the braces, the baby fat, and eventually, another perm (before puberty laughed and stuck me with curly hair for life). My uniform was an oversized sweatshirt with oversized jeans. My curly, frizzy hair was always in a bun. I made a concerted effort to excel at being average; to blend in and avoid any reason for others not to like me. So one would say there was a whole heck of a lot of... average.

But there was also a lot of music. And art. And happiness.

There's been a lot of average in my short little life, and a whole lot of awkward. But the one thing that has always been my happy place, the one thing I was always, always good at, was the arts. If there is one thing that makes me sad above all else, it is that art and music education are being cut from our schools because they are not considered important!

So, the {thing that makes me happy} today is...

I was offered a position in the Vail School District to be an after-school art instructor! So four days a week for an hour or so, I will be teaching Kinder through 3rd graders art essentials through a program called KidzArt.

I can't begin to explain how excited I am to give back some of what made me what I am, to maybe replace a little bit of awkward with a lot of fun, creative education!

{ps} pictures make everything better... me, circa 1988, post-perm, pre-bowl cut and the year I started playing the piano.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

{bridal shoot} walk through with j&m: seattle

This has taken me forever to post, but here it is. Doubly-big thanks to Justin & Mary (Julia too!) for letting me intern for them a second time in my hometown of Seattle. Both experiences were undeniably some of the best education I've ever had. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 


{venue} SoDo Park 
{florals and styling} Bella Signature Design 
{paper suite} Lifework Media 
{hair + makeup} Kathy Evans Beauty Studio 
{hair accessories} Lo Boheme 
{bridal gown} La Belle Elaine's
{linens} Linens by Alice 
{place settings} Totally Tabletops



ps. another huge thanks to {bunn salarzon} for driving up from portland to help us out!

















Monday, June 27, 2011

Manic Mondays

I thought I lived in Tucson, not Phoenix.



Needless to say, Turk isn't the only "Sluggo" dawdling around the house today...
~Di

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

{thoughts} networking, negativity + needing goals

Sometimes I have this terrible habit of comparing myself to others.

The thing is, this terrible habit of mine flows in two directions. Usually it starts with a simple perusing of the Internet for inspiration. What's this person shooting? How are they shooting? Where are they shooting? Oh-em-geeee, they are so much better than me! Cue: downward spiral of shame.

Then, sometimes, I fly in the other direction. We're talking off the charts, cue downward spiral of shame for the wrong reasons. Like, shut your mouth, you're being nasty, "Oh-em-geeee, where did that thought even come from???" type of wrong reasons. Yes, it deserves three question marks. Because, you know what? I judge, and I judge bad. And I hate that about myself.

It usually starts quite innocently, with a simple perusing of the Internet for inspiration. Where are other photographers advertising? How much are they charging? Oh-em-geeee, are you serious? Why on earth do they think they can charge that much? They need more practice. People should not be paying for this. Why are people booking them and not me? This isn't fair. Life isn't fair. I need to work harder. And now, yet again, cue: downward spiral of shame.

So here's the downright, can't believe I'm putting this out there, god-forsaken truth: I am too quick to criticize, compare and speak negatively not only of myself, but of others. And guess what? It really has nothing to do with the other photographers at all. It's me, all me. I'm basically projecting my negative thoughts and feelings, my worries, upon others. Side note: I apologize to anyone who never knew that I said something internally negative. So, so sorry. I didn't mean it, really.

What, do you ask, is the point of this exceedingly rambling post? In hope of holding myself accountable, I'm going to start posting goals up on the Internet, for all to see.

Here's the first one:

Something I'm working on daily is to be supportive of others. To be a guiding light, to give advice freely - no matter what. I want to be available, I want to be approachable. I want to put out what I would like to receive, but not expect to receive it. I want to be positive even when negativity is trying it's darnedest to win. I want to be a teacher.

And I want to start a Tucson networking group for photographers.

From what I can tell, it doesn't exist. The closest PUG is in Scottsdale. There isn't much of a resource for people starting out, or even established photogs who want to hang out with other photogs. Not having mentors or local resources is like trying to swim in quicksand. It makes it so much easier to give up, and I don't want anyone to give up! If this is what you want to do, you should do it! And you should have the resources to do so. So if you're a local, e-mail me! dianne@dolliphoto.com

A friend of mine posted this quote the other day. It actually inspired this post and helped me put things into perspective.

Cheers!
~di

Sunday, June 12, 2011

{olivia marie} tucson newborn photographer

Doctor: "So what do you do for a living?"
Dianne: "I'm a photographer."
Doctor: "Oh! That's great! What do you photograph?"
Dianne: "Primarily weddings and babies."
Assistant, chiming in: "Wow, you never really have a bad day at work, do you?"
Dianne: "You know? Nope, no, I really don't."

You really can't go wrong, or even have a bad day, when you get to meet, watch and capture beautiful things.

Introducing: Miss Olivia Marie











Wednesday, June 8, 2011

{things that make me happy} family time

My family is pretty spread out. I was born in Missoula, Montana but raised in the Seattle area (Kirkland, to be specific. Heard of Costco Kirkland Signature? What, what!). I left Kirkland at 18 and never went back, off on my Montana college adventure. Needless to say, it was a bit of a culture shock. Smaller, yes. Less-diverse, yes. And wait, y'all don't wear seatbelts? I can jay-walk? There's no open-container law?! (There is now, but a mere nine years ago, there was not - outside of city limits, that is.)

After many threats to abandon Missoula and high-tail it back to Seattle, my parents forced me to stay (and a good friend talked me into giving it one more chance), and guess what? Things changed. I spent a lot of time with my family - the extended half. My aunt and uncle became my second parents, my cousin evolved into a brother. I took a lot of pictures, enjoyed coffee and battled some demons. Then, eighteen months into my "Montana adventure," I met the cheese to my bread, the sun to my shine, my future MOH - my best friend, Lacee. She got me to loosen up, be more outgoing and took me on her kind of adventures. She dragged me on back roads going way too fast (I thought I was going to die), took me to the fair (it's not that kind of fair), taught me about 4H (it's more than cows and pigs, it paid for her college education) and 6-man football (yes, it exists). Most importantly, she taught me a lot about family.

I love my family, whether they're related by blood, marriage or friendship. I love them more because I've learned it's not about our differences, our drama or who's doing what - it's about enjoying each other when you're together, especially now that we're so far apart. We live in Arizona. My parents live in Austin, Texas. My brother is in Missoula. Mike's brother lives in Portland, Oregon. Mike's parents are in Butte, Montana but his extended family is in Los Angeles. I have aunts, uncles and cousins scattered across Montana and Washington. Our best friends (who are very much family) literally live in every corner of the nation. So basically, I'm lucky if I see these people once a year. This year it was twice! Thank goodness for celebratory occasions. First, our wedding. Second, my brother's college graduation. Although those who couldn't make it were missed, it was still fun. Here are a few pics of the graduation party last month in Missoula and a little introduction to some more of my "family."
Left: Grammie+JC. Right: Yours truly with said aunt+uncle, my "second" parents.









My dad, JC's buddy Greg, JC and part of Mikey.

Monday, June 6, 2011

{travel recap} sedona

A little side note re: yours truly...

I have a serious case of relocation-itis. It is accompanied by an ever more dire disease I have coined as "travel fever" - a situation that cannot, unfortunately, be cured by more cowbell.

As of this year, {mike+I} have developed a pretty consistent pattern: every two years or so, we move.

Sometimes less, sometimes more, sometimes near and sometimes far, but we are always looking forward to where we're going "next." This month we're moving 70 miles northwest of our current location (where we have lived approximately 18 months. Not that I was counting...) Last time it was 2000 miles south. Before that, 700 miles west. You get my drift. It's become our m.o. Lately, most of our discussions have centered around where we would be willing to go next - because there will be a next. Durham, North Carolina and Ohio have been on the list. The former might be a fun change of pace, but the jury is still out on Ohio. I like to think I'd be game to live anywhere, but Ohio? Hmmm... (no offense, Ohio-ans. By the way, is that what you are? Ohio-ans?)

Anyway! Basically, the only remedy we have discovered to assuage both of these terrible* problems is to go somewhere (read: anywhere) on a regular basis. It is also a much more manageable (read: affordable) option. It might be a road trip 500 miles west to L.A. to visit family. It might be a plane ride to the Northwest. It might be a stay-cation. It is basically anything to keep us busy, but also let us experience where we currently live and everything it has to offer. Besides, curing travel fever does require, um, traveling. So, for one of our April trips (and for my birthday), we decided to visit Sedona.

Sedona is a beautiful little artsy-fartsy town nestled among the Red Rocks of Northern Arizona. It is only a half-hour from Flagstaff and two hours from Phoenix, but feels like a world away. It is paradise for rock climbers, hikers and outdoorsmen (or women). There are mountains! And rocks! And get this: WATER! I can definitely see why it was a spiritual location for Native Americans (and still is). The beauty is stunning, and so very different from anything else you find in Arizona. Also, if spiritual things float your boat, it is supposedly a vortex mecca. Not really my thing, but the hiking was great!

We spent the majority of our weekend in Boynton Canyon because it was dog-friendly. Slide Rock State Park is supposed to be pretty dang awesome, but alas, super busy and no dogs allowed. Here are a few photos** from our hiking extravaganza.

*Sarcasm very much intended. Please do not take offense. If you suffer from any sort of actual "dire disease," my heart goes out to you and I wish you the best.
**Disclaimer: I am not, nor will I ever claim to be, a great landscape photographer. I love trees, but they don't love my camera. I'll stick to taking pictures of people - and my dogs. Cheers!






I do, occasionally, get a great landscape shot. Love this.

Hike #3: We hoofed up to this mesa in record time to see the sun set. Awesome.