is a picture always worth…

a thousand words?  Or do the stories we hold onto shape the narrative a lot more?  My Mom always told me that as a newborn I possessed a striking resemblance to Winston Churchill.  I can’t tell from the photo and I don’t actually really care.  I find it funny.  However, I’ve always held it to be the absolute gospel truth.

What other stories of greater consequence have I never questioned that I was told as a child?  

 

in the ruins…my love story

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dreaming of spaciousness…

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Above is my original painting.  It was in a show at a restaurant that used to be downtown Burlington, Smokejacks.  The light was low so I designed this series to show up in the soft light.  This piece also was also in a show at the Herrick Elevator in South Dakota.

I thought I could stretch the life of this painting by playing with it and layering the moon.  The farmhouse and flora in these images are photographs I shot around Burke, South Dakota.  I guess as the snow falls in Vermont I’m dreaming of a quiet and spacious rural landscape.

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A few more South Dakota images from my June travels.

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The Hipp Theater in Gregory, South Dakota holds a lot of memories for me.  We had to have our parents write notes saying that it was OK for us to see R-rated movies before we were seventeen.  The World According to Garp, Quest for Fire, Scarface…these were a few that required permission.  Oh, the joys of growing up in a small town when a note would suffice (whoever wrote it). My kids haven’t had it so easy trying to get into R-rated movies in Burlington, Vermont…I like hearing the stories of their efforts though.  I hope you enjoy these shots.

Here’s to the power of our memories,

Lisa sig