Since there were only 5 people who participated, I decided to give away some extras! Now the prizes are as follows:

Two 1st prize winners will receive the Images of Paris 2010 Calendar,
One 2nd prize winner will receive a coupon for 75% off of anything in the store, valid for 1 year, and
Two 3rd prize winners will receive a coupon for 50% off of anything in the store, valid for 1 year

And the winners are:

First Prize: Aylin and Emma
Second Prize: Hasip
Third Prize: Aaron and Josh

Congratulations!

WIN FREE ART! SHIPPING AND EVERYTHING INCLUDED!

The winner receives a free 2010 Images of Paris calendar!
Three others will receive coupons for my online store: good for 75, 50, and 25% off any item!

To enter:
#1 Register on tinyturk.com
#2 Respond to this post
That’s it!

On January 31, I will randomly select the winners!

Good Luck!

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This is an essay I wrote in my first year of college about my first experiences with photography. For those interested in a bit of my past and how I got started in photography!

When I finally settled into what became my graduating high school, classes were not my first concern. Half my high school career was spent trying to find a school I was merely content with; my attentions were not in determining what, exactly, it was I wanted to do with my life. Just finding a school, transferring in and trying to fit in was enough to occupy my mind during the first few months of junior year. Classes had been selected for me which, in high school, is not unusual. My schedule included all required classes that I would need to graduate. Among them, my second and final art credit requirement had been fulfilled: I was to take photography.

My photography classes went much like my other courses; I was attempting to get to know my peers and get a feel for each of my teachers and what I should expect of them and their classes. My photography teacher, Mr. Holmes, paid no real attention to me. I was the quiet kid in class and he was one of those energetic teachers who are fueled by matching energy and constant feedback from their students in the hope of instilling their same passion for a subject. For Mr. Holmes, this was subject was art.

Before lessons involving the use of a darkroom, our first assignment was to take a series of Polaroid pictures capturing three nouns: motion, abundance, and the third was anything of our choosing. When we later brought these three pictures to class, the plan was to display and discuss them. When our assignment was due, Mr. Holmes told us to tape our polaroids up on the wall for display. He also told us that we would, finally, be learning how to develop a photo in the darkroom right before we reviewed the polaroids of our first assignment.

The class filed into our tiny school darkroom, arranging themselves graciously in terms of height so that all would be able to observe the procedure. Mr. Holmes explained the process of projecting a tiny image from a negative onto a light sensitive piece of paper. The blacker parts of the negative will be lighter, and the whiter parts darker because of how much light exposes the paper. The developer is a chemical which then reacts to the parts of the paper that have met with light. These chemicals are almost like tiny particles that stick to the paper in shades of black and gray. I will always remember the first time I witnessed the gradual fade-in of an image on photographic paper steeped in developer. It is a sight to be seen, especially if, like me, you had no idea of how a photograph came to be, well, a photograph! After a couple of minutes in the developer, the developing process must be stopped so that the desired contrast will remain without further darkening. The stop bath is quick, it only takes about thirty seconds to stop the developing process, after which the photo must be “fixed” and made light safe in a chemical rightfully called fixer. After a brief dip in the fixer remover and a final water rinse to remove any left over chemicals, the photo is ready to dry and display.

After the first time I saw the production of an image in the darkroom, things changed rapidly for me in the field of photography. Once he had briefly gone through directions in creating our own photographic images in the darkroom, Mr. Holmes had each student share their polaroids. We each took the time to comment on our own pieces and on others. At the end of class, Mr. Holmes asked me to stay after class for a moment. He told me that my polaroids were exceptional and that he was looking forward to see what else I produced that year in his class. I was surprised, needless to say, but proud nonetheless. Since that class, I have produced many photographs and gone over and over again the developing process in attempts to perfect the technicalities of photography. I now understand and practice photography as an art form, and hope it always remains a major part of my life.

Coming Soon!

I’m currently working on putting together a book with my three telephone pole projects, showing my progression to my latest body of work, “Pillars of the Past”. As soon as it is published, it will be available for sale in the store and I will send out a post to announce it to the list.

Pillars of the Past has been a work in progress in many ways. This past semester I took a view camera course hoping to continue my study of texture, especially in my ongoing telephone poles project. My professors recommended compositions based more on landscape then on pure texture and so, begrudgingly, I tried something completely new with the poles and actually found myself pretty pleased with the results. It didn’t change my concept but rather allowed me to expand upon it. I found that varying the distance and space that the poles took up within the image created an interesting play on the idea of a microscope: examining them up close and then far away; examining how they related to their surroundings and to people passing by.

The project is still a work in progress, so the title(s) and artist statement may change, but this is a little bit about what I was working at:

When I first moved to Halifax one of the first things I noticed in the city were these wooden telephone poles covered in staples (as well as metal poles covered in old packaging tape and fliers). A lot of these poles were so completely covered in staples that the actual pole can no longer even be seen. They appear instead as old rusty pillars of metal, their actual wooden bodies sometimes only apparent high out of reach of staplers — and they’ve managed to get pretty high!

The poles intrigue me in their placement in a modern pristine setting, a reminder of old traditional methods of communication juxtaposed with our sleek cell phones and laptops. Our current ability to send information at what seems like the speed of light throws our older communications into a rather unflattering light. Yet I find that these unique, chaotic, ragged bulletin boards speak more to being human. What I also find interesting about the poles is that, in their settings, they appear ugly and small. Oftentimes, students volunteering go around town removing the staples in these poles. These interesting entities from the past are, like many old buildings or artifacts, removed because they interfere with a skyline of hard lines and shiny glass.