Trust, A Photograph

“Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.”
– Lemony Snicket

The Seattle Art Museum, Jennifer Allison
The Seattle Art Museum, Jennifer Allison

 

Fair Verona, A Photograph of Italy

“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”
– William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

I leave for Verona, Italy in a few short weeks – a much overdue visit. Verona, the scene of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, is an amazing little town. This photo, taken at Giardino Giusti, is one of my very favorites from my last visit.Giardino Guisti, Jennifer Allison

Color, A Photograph of San José Del Cabo, Mexico

“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”
– Oscar Wilde

Although I prefer black and white photography, there is something about Mexico which demands the colors be honored. Consider even the Day of The Dead (which coincidentally falls on my birthday each year) – a celebration of the deceased that calls for the coloring of skulls and skeletons of all kinds.  Like this little street I photographed in the art district (artcabo.com) of San José Del Cabo, every shop is full with local colors and artisans work – you just have to leave the secure resorts to experience them.  And please do. Here you will be challenged to find items NOT made in Mexico.  It’s entrancing.  It’s homegrown.  It’s authentic.  I know that many people prefer the pristine beaches and upscale shopping of the Hawaiian Islands, but give me the perpetual underdog of Mexico and artists that follow her and I’m more than content.
Orange, JenniferAllison Color Art, Jennifer Allison

Two Women, A Painting

“There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”
― Anaïs Nin

I’ve spent the last several days working on a series of paintings using new mediums, techniques and colors. It’s been unseasonably warm and sunny the last week or so here in the Northwest. Not wanting to forgo painting, I’ve spent a great deal of time in front of the open window, trying to get the best of both worlds – the outdoors and indoors…
Jennifer Allison

Autumn, A Painting

self portrait

Autumn is my favorite time of the year.  Originally this painting was to be my representation of the Red-Light district in Frankfurt, Germany.   Although for some odd reason it morphed into a painting of fall, or autumn, with all of the reds, yellows and browns – which I happened to finish on the first day of Spring.  Odd..

“Zu keinem anderen Zeitpunkt (als Herbst) bewegt sich die Erde lassen sich eingeatmet werden in einem Geruch, der Reife Erde; in der Geruch ist in keiner Weise eine Verschlechterung an den Geruch des Meeres, bitter wo grenzt es an Geschmack und vieles mehr süss wie Honig, wo sie das Gefühl haben, dass sie den ersten Tönen. Mit Tiefe in sich, Dunkelheit, etwas von der schweren fast.”

“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”  – Rainer Maria Rilke

People, A Photograph of Life

“Out of the millions of people we live among, most of whom we habitually ignore and are ignored by in turn, there are always a few that hold hostage our capacity for happiness, whom we could recognize by their smell alone and whom we would rather die than be without.”
– Alain de Botton
People, Jennifer Allison

Shadows Deep, A Photograph of Books

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
– W.B Yeats

Vintage Books, Tacoma WA
Vintage Books, Tacoma WA

Normal, A Photograph

“It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others…Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion’s questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity.”
– Alain de Botton

Traveler, Jennifer Allison
Traveler, Jennifer Allison – Vancouver, Canada

Sideshow – A Photograph

“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”
– Ray Bradbury

Doll Face - Jennifer Allison
Sideshow – Jennifer Allison

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent the last weekend in Friday Harbor, in the San Juan Islands.  As always I brought my little camera and snapped a ton of photos.  We traveled by boat and moored up right inside of the Harbor.  Anyone who’s from the Northwest knows that the San Juan Islands can be cloudy and brisk, even in the summertime.  We, however, were greeted with the most amazing sunshine, warm breeze and calm seas.

Friday Harbor is a quaint little town full of fish houses, trinket shops and expensive clothing boutiques.  The ferry-boats come right into town and bring lots of income for the town with them.  I must’ve taken twenty photos just of the ferries.

And yet…I found this Doll Face photo one of the more interesting.  For someone who gets the willies from old dolls, I sure do take a ton of photos of them.  While I should be posting some serene photo of the Harbor or a passing ferry-boat, here I go again with the sideshow creepers.

Enjoy…

Strange, A Photograph

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
– Frida Kahlo

Amen Frida, Amen

Creepy, Jennifer Allison
Creepy, Jennifer Allison

 

Twisted Santa Monica, A Photograph

“They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, 
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed 
So low for long, they never right themselves.” 
– Robert Frost

I spent last weekend on a mini-getaway in Santa Monica.  Before I left I told myself I would only take five photographs the entire four days.  It was a challenge as I usually take multiple shots and then decide which I like better.  This challenge to myself was to not just point and snap, but search for the perfect subject and then take only one photograph of it.  This is what I came away with….just the one…

Most people in Southern California look the roughly the same, so I couldn’t find any real interesting subjects in humans.  The trees however, were so cool the way they seemed to emerge from the dirt like a giant earth worm, then settle back in, that I used all of my five shots just on them.

Twisted, Jennifer Allison
Twisted, Jennifer Allison

 

Grace, A Charcoal

“The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face, 
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —
And, oh! That eye was in itself a Soul!” 
– George Gordon Byron

I have very few regrets in life, although I have had many blunders.  The one I do have is related to a purchase of all things.  A purchase I put off, thinking I would return and find it still….

For a few years I would visit Rome every three or four months or so.  I didn’t stay in the touristy places, but outside of them, in a neighborhood in which I often found myself lost – the only English speaker.  Near this neighborhood (I wish I could remember the exact area name) there was a flea market.  The gypsy’s and bric-a-brac vendors would sell their wears.  Three times I visited the same antique booth and three times I coveted a large alabaster statue of The Three Graces.  It was beautiful.  The woman selling the piece wanted 120 Euros for it and I never had the funds to spare.  All of my money was spent either on travel or on entertainment while I was there and even then, entertainment often consisted of low-budget stuff.

Each time I saw it I’d tell myself that it was overpriced and the next time I’d return to Rome, have the money, and maybe, just maybe, the woman would lower the price.  The very last time I visited Rome over a year and a half ago my intuition told me to just buy the damn thing…although it would have taken all of my money for the week…so again I told myself, “Next time.”

There was never a next time as it turns out.  I’ve come across many statues since then of the three graces, but none as lovely as the one in Rome.  I’d like to think I’ll find it again someday, if not in Rome, then another flea market somewhere far away…

Three Graces - Jennifer Allison
Three Graces – Jennifer Allison