
For my Photo III class, we were required to focus some of our energies in the lighting studio. It's a pretty fun setup down there. Intimidating as all get-out, but still, fun. 2400 watts (excuse me, i'm not very techno-savvy, so if it irks you that that's the wrong term... too bad) can be flashed at a time. you can run four strobes off of the power pack at a time, each light can output 600. Why you would EVER need to use that much energy for a single shutter release is beyond me, but then again i'm still pretty big on natural lighting.
The pictures to the left are images i took last spring. The only time i ever went in there last semester, and i was just goofing around with Leah and Keith. It was really fun at the time, but i wasn't much interested it in the long run, because at that time i was working on my journey project, which was more about experience with the world around you. Not so much about fabrication.

So this time, in the studio, i was kind of on me onesies. I was setting up light, metering, posing, shooting, the whole deal. Which brings me to my next point: Self-portraits=awkward. Out of an hour's worth of work i got maybe four images i am comfortable with and two (
When i showed these images in critique, in association to my "thing/concept" (identity, memory, blah blah... i think i've babbled about it in an earlier entry), I felt like they were an obvious deviation from what i had been doing. I could have gone to the studio armed to the teeth with little random bits and baubles that are significant in my memory, but it would have been little more than shooting commercial images of objects. Boring. That's actually what happened to a lot of the people in my class, which worked better for them in most cases, but i'm not about to go make an ad for rediscovering yourself.
Self portraiture was my next option since i've avoided putting myself physically into my own work for so long. Seemed like a good opportunity to give it a shot.
I don't think i'm going to make a repeat performance any time soon.
Anyway, that's my two cents on the matter. White walls also kind of freak me out i think. There's an awesome seemless wall in the studio that our sculpture professor built out of plywood and fiberglass. It's a great workspace, but for some reason it feels really static to me. Too clean. I grew up in a house where my mom insisted that all walls would be painted white, and i proceeded to plaster posters, clippings, photos and other random things all over them. The white or black backdrops are meant to allow the focus of the photograph to be drawn to the object or person, but it sure as hell sucks out any sort of substance or context you can get concerning the subject.