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2014 Class

My daughter graduated High School this past week. It was an amazing event of passage, reflection and understanding that, that day is now. So,very proud of her and all of the hard work that she has put into school work and community.

As a photographer trying to capture images to tell the story of her graduation, I ran across all the standard issues, bad light, bad color and fast motion. Though I found new challenges that I had yet to face in this phone camera world that we now live in.

The big one?
The arms out stretched, I ran across this one a few times. It ruined a few photos, though I adapted.

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Behind these arms is my lovely talented daughter. Really!

Thankfully, this woman was not a constant and I was able sneak in some good photos of my daughter.

The other challenge, very similar to the above, though they are capturing video. This means that it isn’t a quick had raise to take a photo but an extend process of blocking. This then required me moving around a little bit, though thankfully it was a simple adaptation for a few photos.

Things to remember when shooting an event like this:

1) If possible take a preshoot, before the event. Take photos of the family and in this case the graduate before the event. Grab some moments before the big event.

2) Sit where you can adapt if needed. If you find yourself with a iPhone videographer in front of you. Don’t be afraid to change your prespective.

3) ISO is your friend. Especially, if you are shooting with a DSLR from the last few years. Bumping up your ISO to freeze the motion is often worth the grain trade off in the photo.

4) Experiment, make adjustments and find the right balance

5) Enjoy the event! (Unless of course you are being paid to shoot it, then just always be looking for that special moment)

Happy shooting and Congratulations Hanna! We love you!

The Commuters

 

For the last 4 months I have been commuting by train to my office, after 18 years it has been a wonderful change. One of the wonderful parts of this process is the many people that you interact with and the many faces and stories that you see.

In the last few weeks I have been guided by shadows in my mind of the some of the profile sketches that I have seen by my Uncle Peter Vincent and some of the Polish street sketches of Bruno Shultz and wondering on how I could bring them to life as photos. This is my first swing at it. In my minds eye I had seen them as highly grainy B&W photos, but when one of the subjects has green hair, you make adjustments.

Special thanks to my three subjects today. Which I only know the name of one of them.

Autumn travels

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As I briefly mentioned in an earlier post. After 13 years of commuting by car, I figured a way to do it by train. This has lead to daily walks to the office and station. Forcing me to slow down to see what is going on around this city that I inhabit so many days of the week and really do not know.

In a car it all flys by us, walking we can breath the air, hear the children playing, the geese flying overhead. We can say good morning, have a dog greet us and we can watch Autumn sneak up on us as the trees change.

I am not sure what this will do to my photography, but in the long run I think it will allow me to that time to connect to the world around me and to be able to better connect when I am with my friends and family.

Passion

For each artist there is a struggling that they are trying to answer. The artists have all gotten to these tools of communication for different reasons and hopes.

When you find an authentic voice that you can watch passionately searching for the solution in their art it is wonderful to see and experience. It really is a gift.

I am lucky enough to be married to this type of artist, as 11 years ago Lisa’s life was turned upside down and she committed her love and passion to the ceramic arts. Watching the growth, desire, pain and struggle she worked through each of her pieces that give each their own voice.

Using a mug made by Lisa is adding a flavor to the tea that you are drinking that grounds you and frees you with each sip.

It is with much excitement that she entered into the American Made Contest last week and she needs your vote, today and every day till the 13.

http://www.marthastewart.com/americanmade/nominee/82939

This will help fulfill a dream of hers, to be able to help others use pottery as a therapy and art form as they can take small moments in life and turning them into moments of awaking.

Please go and vote!

Thanks – Eoin

A Zeynep Sky

A Zeynep Sky -in memory of Zeynep Bakkal

A Zeynep Sky -in memory of Zeynep Bakkal

My understanding of the name Zeynep, it means jewel or fathers jewel. The Rockport community  has lost yet another jewel, Zeynep Bakkal. Many of us knew her from the jewelry shop on Bearskin Neck and many of us have children grown up with her and Ilter’s son.

She will be missed by many.

Zeynep thank you for bringing your art and your craft and making it a part of our community. You were truly a jewel.

Coastline – Thank you

I took down coastline show this week. What a fantastic show it turned out to be. I forgot how much I enjoyed talking to people and seeing different things in my photos with them. It is a process to the process that is so enjoyable.

I need to thank the staff at the Rockport Art Association for all of their help and support. Also, thank you Law Hamilton for all the support and help hanging the show and making shore I had my ducks in a row.

This show though would not have been if it wasn’t for the support, advise, and working through the images with my lovely wife Lisa. She has a wonderful eye, that is so needed when I get to close to the work and I am so thankful for her support and feedback.

For those  who missed the show, I put together this little video, thanks to Jeep for the usage rights to use his music:

 

One of the biggest questions from the show, what how was it done. I hope in the near future to post some production notes from the project, so stay tuned.

Peter Vincent, The Man and the Sea

Atlantic Moon by Peter Vincent

On Tuesday, at the family plot in Marblehead, we buried the ashes of my uncle Peter Vincent. It seemed fitting that it started down pouring rain before the small ceremony of family members. All we needed was some wind to recreate some of the raw feeling of the fisherman on the decks of many of Peters etchings and paintings.

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As I try to clear my mind to reflect on the passing of my uncle, artist, teacher and friend, I think of the complexities that made this man a man that strived to be simple. He was an artist that changed the concept of what marine painting could and should be. He studied everything around him and brought the emotion and strength of the Gloucester and Nova Scotia fishermen in their sloops to life. With the creation of the face of the strong men of the sea and the pain and trials that came with the work.

Peter’s paintings are in many private and museum collections, and over the years he has received many awards recognizing his outstanding work. The Rockport Art Association, Mystic Seaport, Copley Society and the Cape Ann Historical Association are a few of the arts organizations that have honored him and his work.

I was very lucky to be one of his models growing up, he created iconic photos of me and my family in stills and motion. This was during his time as a student at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, as a camera and dark room was as much of his life as his paints. Bolex and Nikon in his bag, we set out into the yard of the family home on Haven Ave, or Sandy Bay Yacht Club to chase the wind and manage light. He often spoke to me about how he setup a portrait of me by strapping heat lamps to a tree and having me, age 4 or 5, standing fearfully below them. One of my favorite photos during this time is of me, popping my head out of the hatch of the family boat MADELINE, mimicking Peter using his Bolex camera, using my hands as the crank and camera body.

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Peter Vincent and Walter Cronkite

In college he enjoyed watching the works of Sergio Leone and he was impressed with the intensity that he brought to a film frame, the story, timing and how it could impact a plot. Peter got wind that I was taking a class on film making and he dropped by a story board that he had done to study Sergio Leone’s, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. It was a master work of sketches, a frame work of what he had seen and liked in each section of the movie and the emotion and symbology that went with it.

For many years after that time, he disappeared upstairs working on his etchings and I would only see him briefly on holidays at the dinner table on family events. Though I do remember the Labor Day weekends that he would come home with his trophies from a years sailing at the SBYC with Emily Wick and others. We talked often about racing, sailing Star boats, and the boat DECISIONS that he and my father once owned.

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Windward – By Peter Vincent

Peter taught me how to see, teaching that visually a ocean wave is not just a wave but a series of shapes, colors and shadows that communicated an environmental and emotional outcome. He was telling stories but all parts of the composition had a beginning, middle and an end. He had one painting that I have always struggled with, to me the ocean never looked correct, until a few days before he passed, I was down at the ocean shooting a photo and saying to myself, “The ocean, it is just like what I had seen in Peter’s painting years ago.”

In recent years Peter started to get interested in computers and digital cameras. He never owned either, but he wanted to understand their impact on art. He often asked me on how the modern photo studios had changed and we would talk about the similarities and difference with their possible benefits. We spent hours using Photoshop together, playing with snap shots that we would take and doing things like adding my daughters hair to a photo of Peter, taking one of Peter’s paintings and adding my kids heads to the fishermen or goofing around with different photos we could find.

He was one of a kind and the way that he saw the world was often beyond what others could see. I can hear his voice in the hallways of the many dinners that we had together laughing, talking about life, politics, art and sports especially the New England Patriots.

Thank you Peter for all and everything.

Please join us on September 15th at 2:00 PM, at the First Congregational Church in Rockport, to take a moment to remember Peter Vincent, the man, the artist, teacher and friend.

The Witch House

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A piece of America History and my childhood go on the market.
Most people that grew up in pigeon cove know the Witch House. I was lucky enough to spend many hours at the above table, drinking tea, talking to the people coming through and a dancer or two that would be spending their summers at Windover.

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For many it was also their place like mine that learned to ice skate on the pond in the back.

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Though the real amazing part was, being in my teens and siting in these rooms, hundreds of years old from a very different time. Feeling the space and the possible motions of other though out the room.

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I feel very lucky to be able to walk thought these rooms again, it has been at least 25 years and the stories came flooding back to me.

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If you are interested in a wonderful piece of history like this house, I know my wife Lisa would be more than happy to help you out. She can me contacted at 978-660-0686

Blue at Old Garden

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Often, I will have a vision of an image or perspective of a location in my mind and shoot it for hours, days and sometimes years trying to get that image. I came into this week with that type of vision and I went out a few times looking for that photo. As I was learning the issues with the photo mother nature would only let me take half of the photo this week. Hopefully, in the near future we will be able to see the other half. These two images are from my tests tonight. Not perfect, but nice in there own way.

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Have a great week – Eoin

Happy Fathers Day!

The Step of Kiyomizu Temple

Students in Their Yellow Hats

This seems like the season for fields trips, as I walked the streets of Kyoto I had seen many children in uniform walking about. Many of them calling out “hello” to me as I passed by. Some of the younger ones in their color coded hats created a ocean of color as they walk by, following their teacher with a flag raised high in the air. Many of these groups have professional photographers close by too, taking photo of the students during different landmarks of their trip, a schools paparazzi of saved memoirs.

In the rains visiting the Kiyomizu Temple, I was stopped by 3 groups of students from a school North of Toyko, they all had a school project and asked if they could talk to me. The first group huddled around trying to stay out of the rain and we stubble with pronouncing each others  names. They started asking questions about where I was from, if it was my first time in Japan, what my favorite place was in Kyoto was and if they could have my autograph. It was a great little conversion as they tried speaking english, and where I try to speak Japanese. They left me with gifts of hand made cards that they created to help a visitor of Japan.

 

Students Artwork

The next group that found me not far from the first group, their teacher approached me an ask if I had a moment to talk to his kids. They asked me the same groups of questions and when I autographed their book one of the kids let out a whoop. I guess they have never seen such a mess of a signature before. Their teacher was kind enough to help me through some of the events that happens when visiting a temple as he handed me incense and instructed me one how to light it and drop it into the ash.

 

The third group found me in a panic as I was about to leave. Their teachers foot steps came quickly from behind me saying one of my most used phrases “sumimasen”. He ask if I would talk to his kids and if they could take a photo with me. I happily agreed.

 

There are times when I struggle when I am traveling without my family. Those moments that I wish I was able to reach out and touch them, hug them and be there for them when they have a question or just to whisper good night and a kiss. I have often found that I just have to keep moving during these instantances or to give a call if I can.

 

Then there are those moments that help me get through these times when I am traveling. Talking and listening to these children at Kiyomizu Temple is one of these moments that reminds me of the joy of my family.  The round table talks, processes of growing up and the school projects that the kids do not know how there are going to get done. No matter where you are in this world we are all that we are very similar, for the most part we all have the same desires to be loved and understood.

 

Happy Fathers Day to my love Lisa and the Kids, thank for teaching me how to be a father.

Thank you Lisa, my love of my life, for creating all the moments and lives of our children with me. I love you and miss you!
And kids I miss you and Love you! See you soon!

Goodnight.

Dad