12/22/2000. She began to feel ordinary and predictable. Like a bowl of oatmeal everyday. The fine line between reality and fantasy. Blurred. No. It is what it is I cried. And what, may I ask, is that?
12/27/2000. You could never handle me. Sitting above your head. Just an apostrophe. Maybe you excused me instead. I never wanted your intentions. My best inventions could not protect me. Everything grows in here. Nothing remains unchanged.
Today I went to Gary Indiana with Kevin and a few others to shoot photography with Rad drew and Sally Meyer Wolf. They have gone there and shot in abandoned buildings. Some of the locations were amazing. This is a shot from the old post office of some cute cat graffiti.
I made this painting in college. It was of a row of vending machines. It had an institutional green color in the background. Actually it was very good. I made a natural wood frame for it. Then sometime in the late 90’s at one of my painting parties my son max needed a canvas. I was not very attached to this one so I let it go. Max, as good an artist as he was and is, did not do a particularly good painting that night. He was probably around 8. So I have had it for a very long time since then. Doing nothing with it. It had this one spot in it that reminded me of a mickey mouse. In reworking the frame and canvas and painting over it all the ears have remained…or what looked like ears to me. I love this new one. The frame looks distressed and I tried out gel mediums and glazes for finishing. Settled on a glossy one. May give it another coat. First signature as Debra Fadely Raber too. A sure sign of good things to come. I love my sweet husband.
My daughter Claire needed some work clothes. You never know when you’re going to find something. It can be all or nothing. We were lucky this time. This dress was so cool. A little work of art. She wears it well.
Finally getting to some Iceberg pictures. Really, it was kind of like being in outer space. On the moon. Or mars. Such elegance. Beauty. Wildness. This place is nobody’s own. You are a guest. I would stay there on and on. Small things become unimportant and a whole new world comes into view. Being, and being with others that share that appreciation was phenomenal. The opportunity to capture it and share it is such an honor. Fills one with grace. I’ve started a gallery on my website. Much more to come. http://www.debrafadelyphotography.com/