As an artist with a full-time job that I’m also very dedicated to, I have to find ways to stay sharp in my artistic practice. I call it creative yoga. Time for getting out and about photographing is not always plentiful. I usually just photograph wherever I am in my travels, which is how the Newspaper Series came to be.
This little side project centered around a playful searching for wind turbines has been fun. It reminded me of the days when I was an art student and the only way I could see the world was if I hopped in my car, or my boyfriend’s car and drove off onto the open road. I’ve seen much of the US that way. Since moving to Buffalo, I’ve made it a regular practice to drive around WNY during Fall months photographing the fiery landscapes bursting with crimson, orange and gold. With winter looming and more travel away from the area ahead, I may have to wait until next Fall to pick up from here. I very much look forward to it.
While searching for windmills, I found these things…
“I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Recently on a return flight from NYC, using my iPhone, I shot a cluster of wind turbines from the window of the plane as we landed. I felt a familiar spike or a pull in that moment. This happens to me a lot. Creatives know the feeling; that call to go make something. In my case, it’s often images.
I’m originally from the Midwest and so I’m sometimes surprised by the early arrival of Fall in the Northeast. It’s been 18 years since I lived in my home town of Omaha, NE. Since living in Buffalo, it has been a great joy for me to photograph the amazing colors all around Western New York during Fall months. This Fall, wind turbines have entered my creative space in a new way. In my adventures searching for them, I have stumbled upon numerous small wonders.