I spent yesterday into the night with a very dear friend who was not only willing to do more modeling for me, but to welcome me into her home and allow me to shoot the pictures with her new camera. Ah, technology... My camera and laptop were bought in 2005, and I'm still using them. Well, sort of. After shooting more than 1200 pictures, we sat at her Mac and used her Photoshop to check out the pictures and how to edit them. Oh my God, my brain hurt when I watched her with a few quick flicks of her index fingers alter the shading in a picture and highlight her body in a halo-like lighting. By the time I left there last night, I was anxious to get home and show Dan the few pictures we downloaded onto my flash. And of course, going to my older Dell after my experience at her house was like using an abacus to do calculus. And -- AHHHH! -- the pictures wouldn't come up on my computer.
That being said, I only have four pictures from that photo shoot yesterday because Rose, the model/techie extraordinaire, emailed those to me so I could put them on our etsy site.
Yesterday Rose told me how magical the dresses felt. What was interesting to me was how different she looked in every one of them. It was almost like she took on a different persona with each change. Today we spoke on the phone and she mentioned the magical quality of the dresses again. I just know that when I finish each one, slip it over the dress form, and then step back and look at it, I just absolutely fall in love. My heart just opens up. There are many times that I just hug them. It's a love fest in my studio. I feel like these dresses are the best things I've ever done, and looking at them on Rose and her daughter made me realize that I am on the right track. Working alone all day sometimes gets to me, crazy doubts about my own creativity might seep in and I wonder if I should be doing something else in my life. Oh, the craziness sometimes that goes on between my ears. What I do know for sure is that the most amazing tie-dyes come my way, and I lose myself in cutting them up and sewing them into dresses. Hours go by and I don't even notice the sun going down. And, by the time I look at what I've put on my dress form I am so deeply loving the latest dress. I just feel myself opening and filling up with the most extraordinary love. I wish I could explain this better, but I'm discovering the more I try to use words to describe it, the less potency the feeling has.
Thank you to Rose, to her daughter, to Dan, and to Ananara in Australia. I could not have done any of this without you.