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Love After Love

"The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life."

~Derek Walcott


This Polaroid transfer of a yummy peeling pink chair it is not a reproduction; 'tis the real deal: made from sweat and tears - heart and soul. Printed by me, from my work/slides - slides that got me into photography.

Here is the short version of my journey into photography - er - photography's journey into me:

I started out majoring in drawing, while attending the University of Utah way back in vintageland, moving onto ceramics, and then 3-D. It was my 3-D class that I was required to take a photography class to learn how to create a 3-D portfolio.

I enrolled with great fear. Photography?! Ugh. Truth is, I didn't know how to load film. I was scared and frustrated. I spent much of that class in tears. Then, towards the end of the class, I remember my instructor pulling me to the side, asking me to change majors.

I remember saying, "Oh, 3-D instructor asked you tell me to find something else to major in because I stink at that too." I burst into tears, continuing to tell her, "I stink at 3-D. I stink. (Looking back, I didn't stink. I am what you would call a perfectionist). And now you are going to tell me that I stink at photography too....." My instructor shot me some crazy look and replied, "NO. I was wondering if you would switch your major to photography because you have something special, Christi."

All I said was, "OH."

Then I was the one with the crazy look plastered on my face. "WHAT?!!!!!! I can't load film. I don't understand metering. I do some of the lamest things to my film. Like opening the back of my SLR with film still in the camera."

My instructor looked me in the eyes and told me she can teach me all of technical aspects but that she cannot teach me what I already have/know instinctually. Laurel, my instructor, said, "You have the eye, Christi. I can't teach people to have what you have. That comes from within." That's when I burst into tears - for the millionth time; only out of joy. That is when photography found me. It found its way deep inside of my technically struggling soul. Even though I am unable to create true art currently, it is, to this day, still my safe place - my saving grace. Photography is the poetry my eyes write and read. It is much more than snapping a picture. It is about leaving bits and pieces of ourselves in something greater than us, all while allowing others to enter in their own ways. It is a marriage between creator and viewer. Photography truly does capture our souls. I know this for a fact because it has captured mine.

This Polaroid transfer image is about 3 1/2" x 2 1/2 " (not including the fabulous goop). Actual size of paper is about 5" x 4". If you want it signed, let me know.

This is my beginning. Imperfect (it is a bit darker in person than pictured) and I couldn't love it more. I hope you do, too.


15% off Polaroid Transfer // Peeling Paint // Pink Chair // Fallen // Flower Petals // Decay

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  • Materials: goop, paper, love
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