ERosanne: Raw Self Portraits

Monday, 11 November 2013

Raw Self Portraits

I know, I know. It has been an age! I made this blog private, mistakenly believing that those who were already following it would still be able to do so. It turns out, it really is by invitation only, so I have temporarily made it public again. However, if you wish to continue to follow me, please let me know your email address so I can send you an invite - the chances are I will make this private again in the near future.

I have continued modelling over the past couple of years, but really only as a means of artistic expression. I haven't bothered to keep my portfolios updated or trawl for work, and I haven't had anything digital to show for myself.

However, this week I was on tour (singing) in Europe, and was staying in the above hotel in Zurich, when I suddenly noticed how nice the light was... And I was struck with an urge to take some self-portraits in the last few minutes before I was due to check out of the hotel. These are very much a case of 'what you see is what you get,' as I didn't have time to rearrange furniture, or even to wait for the marks from my clothing to disappear. They are shot using available light, on a timer, in the space of about ten minutes. I'm aware the composition and settings could be better - as could the post-processing (I could photoshop out the marks from my clothing and the odd bruise). But these are pretty much raw, with a little cropping and tweaking to levels.

If you see anything you like here, please do let me know! Or while you're at it, just say hi. I can't quite decide between colour and monochrome (except for the last couple of images where I think monochrome works best), and I'm not sure if these are portfolio-worthy, but I thought it was about time I uploaded *something.*

Most of the links on this blog are now dead, but you can still contact me via erosanne@gmail.com if you are so inclined (I also have an active, although outdated, portfolio on Purple Port). I will get around to tidying up the links and so on eventually.

9 comments:

NoNoizePhotography11 November 2013 at 16:16
Welcome back, Those shots in the hotel are excellent, and like you said 'the lighting is lovely.
If you are planning to go private again then I'd like an invite
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martinphoto11 November 2013 at 23:04
Great to see you again. Do keep me invited.
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martinphoto11 November 2013 at 23:06
Great to see you again. Do invite me. Brian@martinphoto.co.uk
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martinphoto11 November 2013 at 23:06
Great to see you again. Do keep me invited.
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Scott H.12 November 2013 at 02:05
I have a particular interest in self portraiture as a means of self expression. There is a purity in it because everything is unadulterated by another's influence. Working with others is usually great but when you have no need to depend on others you only have yourself to blame :)
There are some lovely creations here; I particularly like the penultimate image.
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Unknown12 November 2013 at 04:55
Good to see you back :)
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shaun12 November 2013 at 10:40
Good to see you back, my personal preference is the third image, but that's more to do with the shape than the tone.....
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Vincent Wolff13 November 2013 at 07:25
looks great, welcome back
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Two Wild Geese22 November 2013 at 17:14
sometimes the simple efforts produce outstanding results
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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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