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Her response was met by my nodding agreement, “An easy fantasy, or difficult one if we chose to make it” I added smiling. Going down my list of questions, “It won’t be anything surprising to me or our readers that your artwork in the form of photos is very unique, substantially presented in different shades than the usual way photos are done in second life. What goes in your thinking when you do a photo? What aspects of a subject do you like to capture?” My questions were returned back with her answer as I quote, “Some of my images are fantastical and fun, with little meaning. While others are quite serious and are just my way to express myself, whether I am happy, lonely, sad, hurt or angry. I feel like I am purging a demon when I not only make a photo, but also post it to Flickr. It is my way of reaching out for kindness and support.”
“I might hear a song or read a snippet from a book that puts an idea for a photo in my mind. I start out with a game plan, mine includes - a pose, an outfit consisting of the latest release from my favorite designers. Most times that game plan evolves into an entirely different animal. I don’t think I have one particular style as some artists do. Though I have been told that my pictures have a distinct Magic Marker feel that sets it apart. I am proud when I hear this. Maybe letting my favorite artist would help defining who Magic is - Jackson Pollock! That kind of art astounds me. Colors and patterns equate to various feelings. I look at some of my own photos that others think are disturbing and I see nothing but beauty and happiness. What makes me this way? My entire life story. Being home-schooled on an island 22 miles off the coast of a very conservative Newfoundland by liberal parents who taught us to know art we must first educate ourselves by reading art. I've been taught to look, to see beauty in the dry crack of a blood stain. I'm a chef, remember, blood doesn’t bother me none.” She grinned at me and I just stared at her, my mouth awed in appreciating the countenance of her artistic silhouette. I again humbly nodded, “Indeed, no blood shall scare a cook, eh?” with a cheeky grin to counter hers.
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