Hand painted photo of mine...with the costume I made for Amanda Charchian to wear. :)
The Work Of Artist Dan Estabrook
All images belong to Dan Estabrook
Follow Dan on Instagram!
I first heard about artist Dan Estabrook from my friend Sarah Sophie Flicker...she thought I should meet him and showed me one of his pieces that was hanging on her wall at home, and I instantly loved it. Then, some time later, I was reading the 'Book Of Alternative Photographic Processes' by Christopher James, and all these salt prints being used as examples in the book were by Dan Estabrook. So I googled his name to find his website and there it was...a whole portfolio of beautiful, intriguing and curious images. If you'd like to know more about Dan's work...I found a great interview with him HERE. His portfolio online has a ton of images, so be sure to drop by there too!
Dan has a show coming up in Nyc and if you live in the area be sure to go and bring some friends!
The exhibition is called; 'Our Song, In Twenty Six Parts'
Opens May 9th
Daniel Cooney Fine Art in Chelsea
508 West 26th st, suite 9c
Bringing Out The Color
2 Painted images. The first one I shot of my friend Rachel Dean from over a year ago and the second is with Jeta Vlashi about 2 years ago.
A Clear Midnight: By Walt Whitman
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
She Walks In Beauty
Another painted image of Amanda Charchian
She walks in beauty: by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.