slow afternoon

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playing with my camera and posing with my newest banner.  feels like shadowboxing.  strange and pleasing games of pretend.

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investigate, over and over again

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i was given a camera for my birthday back in september.  i am experimenting.  it feels fantastic.

untitled self portraits
8" x 12" each
half frame photography collage
angela simione, 2013


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notebook self-portrait 2012

here they are!  each and every one of my lovelies, in order from first to last:  the notebooks of 2012.

investigation

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from the ice queen series of photographs

angela simione 2012

dying portraits

i celebrated my independence by wearing red lipstick and having my passport photo taken.  i can hear the boom of fireworks in the distance.  i ran outside when they began but i can't see the show from where i live.  it is enough this year just to hear the drumming of the blasts, that spectacular clap of faux thunder. 


i spent the day making a small drawing and a series of photographic self-portraits.  i have no clue what i'm trying to accomplish with photography, with these images, this form of image making.  all i know is that i am drawn to it.  it is so unlike painting.  the intention behind a piece can be absolutely lost and replaced by mechanical or digital surprises.  chance is in full operation regardless of how staged a photo may be.  i embrace my amateur status and see these first exercises as a joyful event.  i am turned on by the potential of photography and don't mind being bad at it for awhile.




the shirt i'm wearing is a plain Hanes t-shirt that i scribbled across with a sharpie.  the stuffed bear in the background is one of the few remaining artifacts of my childhood.  i really like that both the bear and the text in these works is clear but the characteristics of my face are not. 

who cares. no apologies for art.

dying portrait 1, 3, and 5

digital photograph

angela simione, 2012

each and every one, in order, from first to last

my 2011 notebook self-portrait. herein lies the remains of one very strange, aching year:

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church goers

me and my friend becca call going to the museum "going to church". our faith blossoms. our strength is restored. we leave feeling so much lighter than when we came in. affirmed. dedicated. courageous. committed.

we also have a fun little habit of turning any art piece that incorporates a mirror into an opportunity to make self-portraits. the MOCA was rife with said opportunity. :)




me




my beautiful friend and amazing artist, rebecca schillinger




mirrors




becca smiling. so pretty!!!




silly girls.




more silly girls.




homeboy in the back taking pictures of us taking pictures of ourselves. hmmmm.




yours truly. :)




plan a museum trip with a friend.

my ballerina feet

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