Cherub, originally uploaded by quennessa.

A giclee of this image is in the permanent collection of The Kinsey Institute.

Yes.

*That* Kinsey Institute.

It makes me so warm and fuzzy and proud whenever I look at this picture to know that three of my all time favorite people are immortalized that way. This really doesn’t do the image justice, honestly. The print is even richer in color and the Mouse looks even more ephemeral, a little angel in truth kneeling down to kiss her Ant on the nose.

Best of all?

This is an accidental shot. So, an example of the Arrested Moment if ever there was.

Natural light.

I don’t think Mouse was even two years old at this point…

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Doing so so so much better today. Correct application of vitamins and the Bean continues to be a champion sleeper. Apparently I have come to some form of detente with my own ability to sleep. That and I’ve been remembering to take the damn melatonin before bed. Yay, supplements!

Last night, Live at Abbey Road had a segment with David Gilmour playing three songs from his solo album. Love that man’s guitar playing, even if his solo band should really be called Half of Pink Floyd. Because it is. Best of all? The Bean apparently digs David Gilmour. A lot. He hit a sequence of major chords in the beginning of the bridge on “On An Island” that lit her up in this HUGE smile .

That’s my girl. Wait till I play some Joe Satriani for you.

So, on the drive in, I cued up On An Island. “Remember that night/White steps in the moonlight…”

I also have started working on the new photo brochure so I can get some packages out to galleries. All the info is wrong on the old one, and I want to add the current images, like Lampost Wood.

Life is good. Thank you, dear gods.

Ellie, originally uploaded by quennessa.

This is still the Mad Model.

We were visited by the spirit of a young woman on this shoot. Sad, sad soul. But the light and the emotion made for some beautiful images. Beauty out of pain.

Appropriate this morning, considering my headspace.

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There’s not enough coffee in the world this morning.

There are a bunch of links I need to post up, but I’m linkless right this moment. I’ll try to get them up later.

In the meantime, may the day be gentle to you. The World is too full of violence this morning and sick at heart.

Wish For Wings, originally uploaded by quennessa.

Okay, not a photo, but the painting I am the proudest of, after Pegasus Rising.

The reference for the piece is Katie West’s youreallowed. You can see it here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/katiewest/108938261/

I bought a print in a hot second when she was selling them and was so entranced by it that I had to paint.

The painting itself is not for sale. It’s too precious to me personally and means…things I’m not comfortable telling anyone. It’s that important to me. This, like Pegasus Rising and before it, The Wasteland, was a turning point in my work.

That being said, I am selling prints now. Here and on my Etsy (as soon as i can beat my Etsy into submission). And these are prints that I do myself, with my tiny giclee printer. They’re not numbered, but they are signed.

Wish For Wings
8 1/2 x 11 sheet size (the image is a little smaller than that)
$40

Purple Satin II, originally uploaded by quennessa.

And here’s one other that apparently I did manage to upload, though there are many more somewhere.

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Monday is not great so far. I put on three pounds according to the scale and that’s not the direction I want to go. *sigh* Time to look at what I’m eating again and get hardcore on the food diary.

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New story is almost done. I’m really liking it. It’s a lot of fun. I just have to sew up a structural problem and then I’m done.

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I was asked a question over the weekend that really has got my brain bent, so not much content this morning. I’m still chewing. And really pissy that there is no such thing as a Pearl Art Center For Life.

I need one.

Satin, originally uploaded by quennessa.

And now we’re *really* going back in time.

This was the *second* time the Mad Model ever posed for me and in my very first studio, the garage of the condo I lived in out in Pacifica, land of perpetual mist and fog. Here, for the first time, I threw fabric at her and said, “Do something with this,” having pinned the top of the satin to the top of the drop.

Here, I started to build my vocabulary around nude photography and what I was trying to say about physical beauty and sexuality.

What pleases me the most is how well the work has held up. I really should scan the rest of the sequence and post it for you all. It was and remains a fantastic series.

And of course, you can see how from the beginning, the Mad Model just shined for my camera.

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I got to play with my laptop last night. Good gods, it’s a lot of work to get back up to speed, but oh, the relief of not having to worry about jumping off mid project or task. The sheer joy!

I cleaned off my desk last night. It’s been snowed in by paper for, well, since we moved in. Tonight, I’m going to start installing software and transfering over the working files. It’s not meaty enough for me to move everything over, but that’s why I have an external hard drive now to hold the inactive files, as well as for the peace of mind of having an external backup.

Life is good, art wise. I can get back to it!

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LAKERS WON LAST NIGHT!

That is all.

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Day is probably going to be insane again. Short staffed at the dayjob. Pray for me.

And on that note, back to it for me!

The Sea Witch, originally uploaded by quennessa.

And here we are.

I should post the incomplete story that this was getting attached to. Or I should just finish it. Yes. I should just finish.

This one piece of fabric has gone to a lot of shoots now. I love it so.

This was one of those moments where I’m yelling at her: “Don’t move! Don’t move!” as everything came into the shot. All that wildness and storm, the fabric like a living thing around her.

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Morning.

Oof.

I’m awake.

I got the Hunt Press site home page up last night. The rest will be along shortly. I’m slowly beating on the damn thing.

Husband comes back from business trip this afternoon.

Wow. I’m completely scattered this morning and incoherent. I’ll just go then. Have a good morning, everyone.

Reaching Out, originally uploaded by quennessa.

This is still going to be a book cover some day. I have no clue what for. It just screams book cover to me. There’s a whole story here. It just hasn’t come to me yet. When it does, I’ll scribble it down fast.

When you realize how damn cold (raining) it was when we did this shoot, you have to have much respect for the Mad Model. It’s not the first or last time I both froze her and got her wet.

Wait.

That didn’t come out right.

LOL!

Moon Over Bourbon Street, originally uploaded by quennessa.

I allowed myself to have more fun in Photoshop with this one.

Ghost? Vampire? You decide.

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Didn’t get to bed on time last night, and slept poorly as a result. Had more labor/delivery dreams, which I didn’t have with the Mouse. I wake up very disoriented from them.

The ads for Discover Hong Kong are not helping my wanderlust this morning. I put the TV on before work to get traffic before heading downtown. Keeps me from becoming too insanely frustrated if there are problems. It taunts me with visions of other countries.

Olivia, the youngest of our cats, is spazzing out, attacking the front room carpet. I don’t know why. Do cats need reasons?

My. This became mightily random.

My new photography book, the glorious Suspended is over at Blurb, which I just want to remind everyone is waiting to come live on your coffee table and is in the running for best photo book in their photography.book.now.2009 contest. It’s over 200 pages of full color NOM and needs you, yes, YOU.

Check it out!

Suspended

By Angela N. Hunt

Book Preview

After the Ball, originally uploaded by quennessa.

The last photos of the night that was the shooting day with the Mad Model. I may still play with this one, but I like the mood of it a great deal.

That poor dress took a beating…

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As for Monday, today, the day is made of fail. Dayjob has gone painfully Corporate in the way that makes me want to cry and gnash my teeth. The slavishness to forms and rules, while ignoring true productivity makes me insane.

And that’s all I’ll say on that front.

Also, Dear Lazyweb - do you know of any galleries specializing or at least being open to fine art photography? I need to start sending out queries again and I’m rather stumped as to where to start. Aside from just caving and buying a new copy of the 2009 Photographer’s Market.

Hook an artist up.

And that’s it. There’s more in my brain and sickening my veins, but it’s not worth putting to word or page.