Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Mental Illness Architecture & My Imagination

During this last semester I had the opportunity to tour the Oregon State Hospital with my Theory and Practice: Art and Psychology class. Although the newly renovated facility is state of the art and beautifully designed, it was the old abandon campus that bewitched my interest. I was feverishly capturing the emotional impact the environment had on me thus having too many photos to share in one post. Underground tunnels, vacant buildings frozen in time and a landscape that no longer serviced patients physical and emotional needs are some of the topics that I found myself drawn to. This selection represents deserted windows and benches remaining on the old grounds. Some of the old structures have been demolished.
 The location was host to the 1975 movie One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest. Pacific Northwest author Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America, was also committed here in 1955. It now serves a state government department or two but was recently purchased and may be currently totally abandon until the new owners establish themselves. The incredibly creative McMenamin brothers were interested but to my knowledge are not the purchasers.
 The children's ward filled my intrigue and collided with my psyche. My imagination bee-lined to invented stories of chaos and whimsy. My vision spangled with images of rambunctious scenes that may have taken place. Children haven't been present on the property since 2003, the institution took focus on adult care at that time. I contemplated sharing my invented stories but when I began to type them seemed insignificant. There are enough tragic stories of mental illness that have caused turmoil in peoples lives. My interpretations would be gravely flawed and not something I'm willing to unleash at this point in time.
 A window in the playroom.
 A once tranquil place to dwell.
 A glimpse to a crisp, misty Pacific Northwest morning from the playroom.
 A viewing window in a thick solid wood door into the isolation room in the children's ward. The door was one of two that aided care givers in protecting other patients, themselves and the child in need of extra care. To my knowledge isolation is treated in different ways by today's standards. We weren't allowed to view the resident or treatment quarters in the new building due to privacy policies. 
 Through the door window into a dusty semi-cluttered space.
 On the lower level of the children's ward into a desolate courtyard.
 A favorable circumstance for some natural light. Not too many of these exist in the four-miles of tunnels stretched beneath the city of Salem. The tunnels provided a secluded path for getting from building to building. I have had the pleasure in an unrelated circumstance to meet a gentleman who used to work as the transporter of deceased bodies from the main facility to the morgue and crematory. Since our conversations I have learned that many cremated remains still set on shelves, unclaimed for decades.
An American artist who worked on the set of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in 1975, Mary Ellen Mark, found herself interested in documenting the female patients of OSH in Ward 81. After several attempts to gain legal permission, she lived in the facility for 36 days with an assistant photographing the daily lives of these women.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Funk Interrupted

When the sun beams through
the semi-drawn curtain window of my bedroom
on a lazy Sunday morning, I document it's effects.

Not to say
I do this every time
it graciously exposes itself
during a Pacific Northwest
gloomy spring-time sky.

This morning was different.
It interrupted my four day bout of

confusion,
frustration
and self pity,

how rude.

I'm sensing that mysterious shift in perspective,
the one that is impossible to imagine
when in the thick of one's
ultimate state of funk

(as in a dejected mood
although "this"
I consider to be a
beneficial therapy for such a mood).

And of course
on all my photos in this post
I incorrectly typed my blog address,
the correct (as you already know since you are viewing this),
is...
dawnsartblog.blogspot.com.

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Namaste
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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Capturing the Sunshine

 Walking in the Columbia Gorge on a mild winter day requires
a coat, hat, chapstick and a camera.
Capturing the sunshine is the theme of the day.
It showed up in mysterious ways.
It rested on this overworked metal pipe
like a cozy hand crocheted afghan.
 It radiated through the clouds as
if it was searching to break through.
A traveling ribbon of cloud hovered diligently above the
Columbia river as if it were it's
own personal extra thick layer of sunscreen.
 Every now and then the sunshine 
was free to roam from the cyan sky.
Cotton ball clouds scattered and 
danced as if running naked in the sun.
 Stepping on the sky was allowed today.
I was careful not to startle the sunshine for it seemed
so happy to be free.
Today a little bit of sunshine illuminated the important things.
It stirred questions. It brought new perspectives to light.
It warmed my heart & soul.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Snapshots of my future

I've been processing nature photos I've taken since the first of the year for an upcoming encaustic photography project. To my surprise I have quite a few that interested me for this medium. Randomly snapping shots in the moment have proven reliable when I need to draw from a creative source. Being that they are my own makes the process that much more fulfilling. If you click on them you may be able to see them in a larger format. The top shot was taken in my home town. It is the top of a cement barrier that is intended to protect our water treatment plant from a potential flooding of the adjacent creek. The majestic walnut tree has yet to sprout it's leaves and is the perfect hang out for red breasted robins passing through on their seasonal road trip home. My kayak made for a great vantage point when the winter waters were serene. It was 44 degrees out with zero wind and you would of never known it in the last photo. Currently I am waiting for paint to dry. I've chosen to spend this day adding a second layer of black paint to my tub room's built-in cupboards. It's only been a year and a half in between coast. Geez. Something to put a bounce in your step today [click here]

Monday, March 2, 2009

Total encapsulation


Although this is my first attempt at this style of encaustic photography, I rather like the way they turned out. I'm usually my worst critic and pick apart my projects to the point of doom. I am making an additional set for a friend and want to cover all sides of the box in wax with some snazzy embellishments along the sides. I'm liking my vision of total wax encapsulation.