Savannah’s Work

 

When I look at this photo I see a man who isn’t afraid to be delicate. Every depicted photo of a man is of manly girth and masculinity, I wanted what Gasser saw when he shot the man holding his arms to his chest and wrapped in cloth. He was a rough looking man but his aura had a famine beauty about it. 

 

 

 

Profiles are probably one of my favorite poses, it’s just something about seeing the side view of a person’s face that makes me want to move in more. I like the idea that i get to imagine what the other side might look like cause you never know. Its like a special type of power the image gives off, that’s why I named it D-King.

 

Having an image with one subject means having strength in attention. I wanted to go by the way Gasser had the young girl in his image standing and holding a unknown object but still holding your attention to the real strength, her eyes. As in this photo you might look around but your attention is always brought to the soul seen in the eyes.

 

This sunrise photo did it for me when I went out and took it. I had just viewed Gasser’s work and was drawn to making this. I always was a sucker for contrasty work and Gasser’s worked displayed the same. I wanted a meditative state just like in the photo of rocky lake shore and distant mountains picture Gasser made. I didn’t feel any thing should be going on, only what was happening naturally in the sunrise.

 

 

Just like in Gasser’s photo of the foggy forest I felt alone and lost, in this dry forest more dense than the other. I think that even though you might find yourself scared of being in this forest it’s almost inviting. I say that because many like to feel the feelings that were rushing through “your” head at the time. Just as when any would look at a sunny resort and wonder how it feels to be there at that exact moment. Its just a natural longing to be or doing something out of their norm.

 

 

I did my best to depict warmth and the sense that one sister needed the guidance of the other, I wanted what Gasser had added into the shot with the two African sisters. In the shot instead of putting the younger female in the back of the older protective sister, she’s up front but waiting for the next step made from her older more confident sibling. The way the older sister holds her head up high shows she knows the way and isn’t afraid and that’s all I wanted in the shot.

 

 

Age, wisdom and triumph! The three words I feel sum up this photo, I had more to think about after I saw Gasser’s rock line’s photo. I put all the ideas for his photo and went straight to the source in mine. I found a rock that looked eroded and beaten from existing and I looked down on it. Not knowing that maybe it had been here way before me. Unlike the other rock it has no lines to tell it’s age, but it has spots, craters and holes. No need for age when you could have strength.

 

 

My tree lake may not make me want to sail out into the distance in my boat, like in Gasser’s photo with the boat parked under a shady tree, but it makes me want to stay. It looks to me like a distant island away from the city across the other side. My boat may not be visible but in my imagination I’m ship wrecked. Like an animal I peer through the thickets and out to the land as if keeping a eye out for prey. I love the fact that it’s at a low level in the grass, it gives off so many impressions and ideas that only one can possibly imagine.

 

 

He’s an unknown player to this game we call life. With his laid back persona and “lets all just took as chance” leather jacket, the only thing going through your mind is, do I wanna meet him? I called this photo many things but the only simple enough name I could call it was ‘He Smoke,’ I guess because he lives up to the name. He obviously smokes but it makes you wonder what else he does. When I look at this particular image I see an artist or creator, because he creates this odd shape with his smoke. What is that? To me a lion, a great animal to signal strength and integrity. Maybe that’s why you question the idea of meeting him. He’s a beast in his outer shell but just a tame cat within.

 

 

Unlike Gasser’s photo with the tangled swamp land, this swamp is dry. Look around there’s no life but the long burnt strands of grass growing in every inch and corner. What a gray sight as your eye searches in each dark opening for a small wonder of life. Even with no water washing through the grass it creates it’s own allusion of moisture filled banks and swollen tree stomps. The wave of laying grass looks like a moving whirlpool. The swamp maybe dry but the magic of water swells within.

 

 

This shot reminds me of a gray scale, but working from the middle and moving out to the edges. The only thing different is the amount of texture, and small pigmented tonality. The thing I love most in this shot is the incredible details that’s captured in every level in the photo. You see the cracks and even the shadows in the tree’s and bushes show detail. It was a great day for this shot, the amount of light was perfect for illuminating each detail that makes the shot interesting. The long highlight on the edge of the cliff is also a personal favorite because it feeds to the idea of living on the edge. The sunlight displays that while it paste itself on the jagged rocks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tried my hand at creating a leathery water texture like in Gassers photo of the dark shallow water. I didn’t see to his plan but I did make a live action with out movement at all. I love looking at this photo because I have this idea that it’ll at some point in time begin again as it once was. I remember looking at Gasser’s photo and wanting that dark contrast picture that made everything seem moody. I decided to step out of the moodiness and into what more bright and kinetic. Darkness in this case would have stopped everything and made you not focus on the action the falling water or the bright leaves in the foreground. It would have brought the spring in your step down to a shuffle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not a creature in sight, just the timid tree that peers out on the naked water. The water bow in the direction of the tree. Worshiping it as the God that watches over its every ripple and wave. I love the subtle movement in this shot it makes you want to lay a blanket out and just watch right along side the guardian or tree at the waters narrow bank. The sky in the photo may not be as bright but it has a special tone that mixes in with the rippling water, while the tree dominates both sky and land. The creature we saw before in Gasser’s photo now has a deeper living meaning, that only the water can define.

 

 

 

 

 

The battle between the grass and the sun once seen in Gasser’s photo, has reached its out come. The grass lay submissive on the ground waiting for the cloudy rains to drown out the rays of fire weighing down on their roots. The grass may have been taller but fell harder in battle. The storyline from Gasser to my own shot, makes me want to see more. How it came to this? Will it ever grow to its once standing strength? Such a subtle character in a story makes for a even better subject in a picture.

 

 

 

  

 

Not as powerful as the train or directional as a track the road is hard and cemented it holds all including our man made machinery. The road we built is now our own trail, even though so hard and rough it has its sidewalk for even guidance. When I look at this photo as I looked at Gasser’s, I see lines and poles that point in so many directions, that led you eye into so much behind and beneath it. Kind of like the world in so many ways. I like to think openly and elongate my mind, it kind of worked the same way in this shot but only a bit different.