MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
from my little family and myself
Breanna, Melanie, and myself left the house at 5 am to take the dog to get Neutered.
breegoodrow:
Today is the day Kingston loses his manhood. Thank you ASPCA!
Today not only opened a new season in the gallery world, but also my eyes to the Spanish photographer Ixone Sádaba. Her work, currently showing at the Witzenhausen Gallery was hands down my favorite of the night. The images are slow shuttered, self portraits depicting the different emotions of Sádaba.

“In the series, Sádaba, the ever performer, recurs once more to her own body to negotiate the idea of a naked body that is and is not. Somewhere before the final departure, the self and its alter ego, present or implicit in many of her previous oeuvres, are fused into one. A fading “me” emerges before our eyes, under the most tense and dramatic physical conditions. Multiple exposures and a body which cries, laughs, begs, enjoys -one and all at once- on the verge of hysteria and collapse…
Alarming and discomforting, Sádaba’s posture arguably serves as a metaphor for the condition of total expropriation, destruction and nihilism the body is subjected to today, as much as it brings into the foreground the existential right of not to be, in terms of placing oneself -in this case, Sádaba and her female being- within an alternative non-space that lies beyond codified language, politics and culture.”


It’s no secret that artists use their art as a form of therapy. I took this image over a year ago and although I continue to try and fix things through my imagery, this photograph will always be close to my heart.
Alec Soth, Would You Come Home?, 2005