Second Show: The Stories, Part Five

You can see all my posts about my first public photography show here. Catch up on the second show here.

This panorama shows my exhibit as a whole, but I wanted to talk about a few of the pieces at a time, and explain what they mean to me and why I chose them for this exhibit.

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These photos are the center of the left wall of my gallery, placed in that position because I feel like they will attract the eye – at least I hope, because these are a few more of my favorites.

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Hotel Wellington I love just because I can’t look at it without a dozen stories coming to mind. The raven below it was one I initially loved, then was unsure of because of the frame I had for it. See, that mat was originally pale blue, and it encircled a cute teddy bear print. I thought those delicate swirls were on the pale blue mat, and was pretty upset when I took the whole thing apart and realized the swirls were actually on the glass. Cream swirls. I thought of the hassle of having glass cut, and then I thought of mixing some of my kid’s primary paints into a black, and painting the pale blue mat. Worth a try, right? I’m so glad I did, because I absolutely love it this way! It’s called “American Gothic” and is the dark horse I didn’t expect to carry my heart away.

The next two photos are from the Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, Arizona. When I planned my travels, I didn’t really plan much – like, flights were booked, but other than that I played it all by ear. Except for my stay in the Wigwam Motel. I booked that months in advance and was so excited for the experience. Even now I’m looking forward to a stay in another Wigwam Motel in Kentucky. It’s just so fun and kitchy!

The next two photos were chosen because of their juxtaposition – city blocks of New York as seen from above, with the peaceful flowers growing on the brink of Snoqualmie Falls in Washington State. I also like how these two photos play back on the first two in this section – the busy street scene of Hotel Wellington paralleled to New York City, and the raven on the edge of the Grand Canyon paralleled to the flowers blowing in the breeze on the edge of a waterfall.

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