These are all photographs of Polaroid Emulsion prints that I’ve made in the past few years. They’re created by projecting a slide of the original photograph (using this old slide projector thingy that you can’t buy anymore, but have to get used off of eBay) onto “old-fashioned” Polaroid paper (the kind that needed 60 seconds to develop before removing the backing). Then, before the image has a chance to finish developing all the way, you rip it apart (cruel, I know) and put the “goopy” side (that’s the technical term) that carries the emulsion onto watercolor paper, which creates the print. The prints are usually rather muddy at this point, so I use a Q-tip ™ to lighten up areas and generally clean around the edges. After that’s dry, I use watercolors and colored pencils to enhance, highlight and sharpen the image.
It would be an understatement to say that I’m both entranced and utterly frustrated by the irreproducability of the process. ;-)
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This is one of the first prints I made, as a Christmas gift for my friends Allan & Inez. The tree is outside the N.C. Museum of Art (where also hang some of Gina Gilmore’spaintings!). |
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The child of Mary Jean, my roommate from high school, and her husband, Andy. The little one’s name is Tommy and he is as cute as can be. |
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Just a sad and lonely flowerpot I caught (not literally, or anything). |
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A rose from the Portland Rose Garden that was too perfect for my mom’s livingroom. (Art on Request — that’s my speciality!) |
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This one was for Meghan, and was taken on our trip to Seattle for Bumbershoot in 1999. |
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The view from the Stanford Inn in Mendocino, CA, looking out over the llama fields (they grow them there!) towards the Pacific Ocean. |
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A poppy from the West Coast of Ireland (I left it there… just took its picture). |
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These next two I donated to an auction called Art from the Heart, that a friend of mine, LH Rebhan, put together to benefit the widows and children of N.Y.C. Firemen after 9/11. |
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This is actually a sign in Las Vegas, but I thought it was appropriate for the event. The title of the piece is “Sincerest Form of Flattery.” |
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