Puppums is a bubble wizard

Puppums has a love hate relationship with bath time

Puppums 365

I decided that I wanted to start a 365 project with my dog Puppums as my main subject.

So, ENJOY!

The Deaths of the Disney Princesses

As a little girl, I grew up in the realm of Disney Princesses and their happily ever after endings. Since I’ve grown up I have distanced myself from the Disney image and immersed myself in what the real world has offered me, a world of disenchantment. I am drawn to obscure realities and nostalgic iconography. I enjoy looking at images that draw me into other realms , into the artist’s subconscious where I can burrow to find my own inspiration. The stories that have inspired the Disney Princesses have been sugar-coated to fit a certain image that has become one of the most profitable , and marketable franchises in the world. I am inspired by the collaborative teamwork of Disney animators and the atrocities seen in news papers and on TV. The question I pose for the viewer is what if there were no happily ever after, what would realistically happen to these idealized princesses?

well its been a long time since I've posted

This term has enabled me to become more conceptual with my photography rather than be merely focused on just fashion or narration. School has allowed me access to an actual studio where I get to work with 1800 strobes, so I've been able to really push the boundaries of my imagination. I can't wait until I have enough cash to get my own studio set up.

I've started developing new perspectives on the human body. I am now trying to blur the line between reality and illusion. In my current project I am dancing the fine line between abstract and figurative imagery. I am inspired by studies and disfigurement, nudity and oddities. The body now is not what it use to be. I guess I've just been so desensitized by the nude figure that I can no long see it as a nake body but a series of shapes and shadows; much like an abstraction of flesh. Here is a taste of where I am in my journey.

I am now starting to learn on Mac's and understand the importance of screen calibration and color balance. Here are some normal shots of Brittney J and Lady Bates; fashion to a certain extent while still a bit conceptual in a few of them.

It has also come to my attention that a true artist do not reveal all her or his secrets, so my posting of images on the web will be decreasing massivly. I will be working on more extensive projects that will be displayed in galleries or shared through a physical portfolio. I realized since photography is truly a field of Simulacrum, it is best to keep your ideas secretive..so this blog might be documentations of every day events or just my responses to artistic theory or contemporary artists of our time.

I do plan on redoing my webpage so look for that in the future.

www.emcingari.com

thanks you

-EMC

The Death of the Frog Prince

"The Death of the Frog Prince"

A frog possess boil diseases and a bellyful of parasites.
He says: Kiss me. Kiss me.
At such a time she throws her ball in the air releasing it like bubbles,
into the well it goes.
It was ordained, as simple as the fates deal out the plague with tarot cards.
The ball sank like a cast-iron pot.
It is lost, she laments.
As a tear ran the well grew thick, boiling.
And who should appear: a frog
His eyes bulged like two peas and his body was carpentered into place.
Do not be afraid, he said, I am no vagabond.
I come to you as a tradesman.
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I have something for sale.
Your ball, he said, for just three things.
Let me eat from your plate, drink from your cup, and sleep in your bed.
She agreed though her intentions were not true.
And like an old dog he brought up her ball.
over joyed she ran like a doe back to her home leaving the frog quite alone.
That evening three raps at the door
Let me in, he demanded, you promised; now open to me.
She was forced to comply.
And so he sat on her lap. He was as awful and foul as an undertaker.
Soon he was at her plate, enjoying her food.
Forced to eat in tandem.
She choked as if she were eating rotten meat.
From her cup he drank
From her cup she drank as if it were Socrates' hemlock.
Next came the bed,
The silky bed. Ah!
I have been lost in a river of shut doors, he said, and I have made my way over the wet stones to live with you.
She woke up aghast.
I suffer for no frog, she said, and threw him across the room.
Kaboom!
A forfeit of her happy ending.
The frog prince has died.

Julie @ 5 months

We believe its a boy although Julie begs to differ.

Just an update

Tina needed some photos for a pin-up contest that she entered. Here are a few of my favorites from that shoot. ****************************

I also expanded on my vampire series. This is Roz and Stan. (just a taste)

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This summer has be successfully productive.

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