Color Cat Studios: photography

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Friday, September 21, 2018

Portrait of an Artist. This Artist

This is the artist responsible for this crazy blog. Me. I’m just over here celebrating my naturally red hair. One of our sons tells me I’m prone to gross hyperbole, but I don’t know what he’s talking about.

Monkey Photography

Went down to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston yesterday and they had a nice exhibit on the history of photography. Apparently this handsome fellow caused quite a stir. This seminal photo started a court case in which the rights of the photo were determined. The prosecutors said that the monkey should own the rights. Yep. It was determined that only humans could own the rights to a photo. There you have it! Enough to make you smile,huh. :)

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Octopus Painting, Photography

Can you see the difference between these two photos? It’s always a challenge for me to get good photos of my art. The first one is the pic I posted yesterday; the one with my toes is the one I just took - FINALLY - which is truer to the way it really looks! The little glimmers where I made the green ocean swishy around the moving tentacle are, however, reflections. More work on photography to get those out. Yes, it is available, sans toes!

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Turkish tour

Another look at those natural color-sources. I asked about cochineal, because you couldn't just have that on a shelf, and yes, their deep reds are cochineal. It's a South American insect that is a parasite to the prickly pear. Owners deposit them into their fields, and blow them off and collect them once they're big. Then they crush their fat, bloody bodies for a nice, natural, red dye. I'm so happy to report that the rug we purchased has cochineal in it. I'm also happy to report that it's likely in your lipstick and blush, ladies, and if you drink cherry coke - it's in there, too! :)

'My' Chair

At our theatre the other night we had an orchestra meeting after I taught my sets class. After about a half hour, someone pulled me out of the meeting for a few minutes. When I came back, everyone in the room was laughing and pointing to the nice, uh, black leather chair. I had paint on the back of my shirt, and it permanently smeared all over the leather! The last time I went in the office, I noticed that someone had taped up the sign you see here. One way to lay claim to something! Well, it's not the first time, let's see, there's my driveway with many colors of paint, our carpet with Peter Pan green footprints, my car with yellow paint on the seat, my gloves, half of my clothes. It seems like everyone likes my painted clothes, kind of like already-broken-in-jeans. Maybe I should start a clothing line!