ERosanne: A Year In The Life...

Thursday, 30 December 2010

A Year In The Life...

As 2010 draws to a close, it strikes me that this blog now represents a year in the life of ERosanne, depicted in photos.

Taken at Barlow Studios by Andrew Scott

As a model, it has been a wonderful year. On a personal level (without going into details), it has been full of challenges, and there have been times when it has been difficult to remain positive. However, I have drawn solace from some wonderfully creative shoots, from looking back over the work I have produced over the past twelve months, and from writing this blog - which I have found therapeutic. I turned 30 almost exactly a year ago, and had all the usual doubts about ageing that a significant birthday always brings about. I almost considered quitting modelling, but I am relieved that I didn't as this year it has proved more rewarding than ever. I would even go so far as to say that I have produced some of my best work yet in the new decade.

Some of my favourite images from 2010 are represented in the slideshow featured on this blog (a varied selection of images that lend themselves to thumbnails).

At a local landmark, by Jack Webster

I am immensely proud of all the shoots I've done, extremely grateful to the wonderful photographers who have booked me and collaborated with me, and I have made some friendships along the way - both virtual friends and real ones.

Image and manipulation by June D

(I didn't even realise this one was me until it was pointed out to me!)

I have made some decisions regarding my career next year, and I will be taking modelling bookings further in advance, travelling more in 2011, and (with any luck) focussing more on furthering my modelling career. I also have some exciting ideas for collaborations and artistic ventures which I look forward to sharing with like-minded creatives in the near future... (watch this space).

By Gordon Cooke

These photos are a few extras from shoots throughout the year that I have yet to upload. I've also had a busy few days shooting, and may well have more to upload before the year is out.

By Back2Basics

I still have another shoot planned tomorrow, New Year's Eve no less. So the year isn't over yet, in terms of modelling work. I'm looking forward to some very exciting shoots planned for 2011, and hopefully, another creative year of blog updates for ERosanne.

By Kath Finch

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird - Wallace Stevens

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Mailbox - ERosanne

Blue, like the skies beyond,

merging into a
new mailbox.

Vacant space,
a mailbox stands alone
on barren land.

Darkest night,
a moonbeam reflects
from the mailbox.

A boat,
faring turbulent seas
to distant mailboxes.

A broken heart,
delivered to
an empty mailbox.

Flowers grow,
life springs from
an open mailbox.

But flowers die
and crumble from
a closed mailbox.

The road
is clearly visible
from a prison mailbox.

A river of dreams,
cascading from
a leaking mailbox.

Cobwebs creep,
demon swarming
over a peeling mailbox.

Sun sets behind
the silhouette
of a leaning mailbox.

Lightning strikes,
rain drips from
a broken mailbox.

A creature stirs,
a child is kicking
an old, old mailbox.

By ERosanne

(Written when living in the USA for a poetry project based on your favourite poem.
Wallace Stevens' poem "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" contains thirteen haiku like verses, this poem follows the same format.)

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If you had lived...

They say that some things are just not meant to be,
But nevertheless, you were special to me.
'You' were my hopes, and my future plans,
I imagined my world in your tiny hands.

In my thoughts, I had held you,
Pictured who you might be,
And I felt that I knew you,
Though you never knew me.

For weeks, you provided my secret smile,
And I'm proud that I carried you 'round, for a while.
I'd like to believe you are safe, up above,
But if you had lived - you would have been loved.

ERosanne.
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