These are iPhone photos taken during and after seeing an exhibit of cell phone photos. The photographers had been given a shot list and it was wonderful to see the all different interpretations in that teeny, limited format. Although one photographer said she was disappointed that others had enhanced their photos before printing them, making hers look washed out. In deference to her, I left these straight.
In another room of the gallery, a "working" room, were clay pieces in various stages of production and condition. Covered in plastic to stay moist, fired but not glazed, glazed but not re-baked, finished, perfect, sideways, broken. Dozens and dozens of pieces by various artists on dark, industrial shelves. The place was a mess, really. Very few lights were on and the warehouse-high ceilings gave it a horror-flick feel.
In the center of the biggest room, a huge open-bay working room, was a bed. Above the bed hung balloons. I lay on the bed to take the balloons’ picture, of course.
Afterward, on the way to dinner, the fog was so beautiful and the street was so empty that my friend suggested I capture the city lights right there, in the middle of the road, standing up through the sunroof....