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And back to the desert, now that birthday celebrations are done till October.

I could never get over the plethora of bunny rabbits that lived around the ranch, but that really isn’t surprising. Horses are messy eaters, leaving lovely grain and hay everywhere to be nibbled by little bunny teeth, and the clouds of horse hair from spring shedding… Well, I’m pretty sure that every bird nest and bunny nest was lined to silken softness with beautiful white hair.

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In other news, I am back in training for the next LA Marathon. Running in the Valley is a whole new ball of wax. I am struggling with the heat and the humidity. It’s actually a neat challenge. I had pretty much solved all the challenges of running at the old house.

Now?

All new terrain, weather, performance… Just proving that there’s always something new to learn. Probably why I love running so damn much.

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As of today, the campaign to save the negatives is holding steady at 17% with 17 days to go (look, it matches!) and I remain hopeful. I’ve seen amazing things happen in crowdfunding and I have faith that the right people will hear about it. Whatever happens, I will save what I can.

If that means that some of it doesn’t make it…

Well. I will have done my best.

And really, that’s all any of us can do.

Who knows? Maybe mold-encrusted destroyed negative will make interesting art supplies…

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Well, some actual good news for a change.

Last night I opened the case with all of the negatives from Japan… and they are in shockingly good shape.

*breathes enormous sigh of relief*

No physical damage, no mold, no water inside, though the outside of the plastic bin had clear indication of something dripping on it at one point. It does mean that these negatives go on low priority for scanning though. If funding climbs high enough, I will sort through and grab the couple rolls that have the koto players, the Buddhist monk, and the awesome koi fish for the scanners.

The best happy surprise though was discovering that I had taken pictures of a traditional wedding party that had just had their ceremony when we were at Meiji Jingu, which is the enormous shrine in Tokyo. All reds and whites and blacks in the perfect sun.

You’d think I’d robbed a NatGeo photog for his film.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Yesterday the cotton gloves and desiccant arrived and I’ve dropped the desiccant packs into the case and boxes. I’m going to give it a good day or so before making the first attempt to start the disinterment of the negatives.

It’s not a good feeling, but I do feel slightly “better” that I’ve got a plan of action, though no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Mostly, I’m taking it a day at a time and being incredibly grateful for all of the support that is flooding in for the campaign and for the project itself.

Restoration is a slow process. I normally run at a very fast pace with my creative life. Dealing with the negatives, I have to slow way down. I have to deliberate and assess before I can even move forward, because the wrong step could be fatal to the negatives. It’s not unlike running my own archaeological dig, except it’s nothing ancient, and it’s my own stuff.

So I am left with a lot of time to contemplate. To remember what I was doing and who I was when I took these photographs. To remember the people I photographed, some of who are no longer in the world, or no longer in my life. To remember the places I was and realize that in many instances, the smaller places are no longer there, because we humans love the New and love to build, which is awesome, but sometimes we lose things in that never ending pursuit.

And isn’t that just why I became a photographer in the first place?

So that, as Clive Barker says, that which is lost, need never be forgotten.

Well. At least for the half-life of negative.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Long before digital was even a thing and could even be associated with the word photography, I was still a photographer. The kind that used film and emulsion and paid a lot of money to two separate custom labs to get my work done.

This…

…is most of the negatives that I shot during that time.

Yes. That’s a lot of film. A lot. Like woah. Like approximately over 50,000 individual negative images, or nearly 1,500 rolls of film, both black and white and color. And a small sliver of it has been scanned and preserved in digital format.

As some of you know, I recently moved house from a small place to a larger one, which necessitated getting the negs out of storage. Whereupon I discovered… water and mold had gotten into some of the negatives.

Yeah. Those of you who shot film or still do can start screaming now.

Point is, at this stage of the game, my plan to scan a few rolls of negatives at a time when I had the money is now an urgent project. I’ve got a better storage plan now for the negs, but to preserve what I have, I need to get all of these images scanned sooner than later.

With your help and ScanCafe, I can make that happen.

To scan everything would take ScanCafe nearly a full year (seriously, *a year*) and approximately $28,000. Which is basically insane. So, what I plan to do is triage what’s here and get a tenth of the archive scanned, specifically the damaged negatives before water and mold degrade them any further, and keep it down to a dull roar of about 150 rolls, or 5400 individual negatives, (which should only take them 43-51 days to scan o.O).

This is, quite frankly, part of my artistic legacy. These negatives are the physical embodiment of my body of work over the last 30 years. These images were and are my eye on the World as I traveled, lived in 20 different places, and carried a camera everywhere I went. Moments in time and places that others might have seen and photographed, but that moment, that place, well… these images are unique. They’re also precious to me beyond words.

With your help, I can bring these images back to life and put them out for everyone to see and share.

And as always, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

So, in case you missed it, events have conspired to encourage us to move within the next 100 days, give or take. As a result, we’re doing the great sort and purge that always presages moving and I discovered…

I have made a lot of art. So. Sale Time!

Here is the link to the items on eBay that need to find homes:

http://www.ebay.com/sch/ahun5616/m.html?item=300882927379&ViewItem=&rt=nc&_trksid=p2047675.l2562

I’ll make updates as new things get posted, which should be about every day as I clear out the storage unit and the garage.

In the meantime, I am indulging myself with the idea that I’ll get to pull a Willem Dafoe/Monet and get to burn some art at some point, as there is just too much of the art to move. (No. Really. Monet burned like 600 paintings that he did in his lifetime.)

Apparently I was very prolific living here.

I want to stress, I basically hoard my own art. It’s hard for me to let go of and this is a giant opportunity for you to get my work at fantastic prices, considering what it normally sells for when I actually let it out of my hot little hands.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

I took this… Sixteen years ago.

Whoa.

I remember everything about this day to an absolute visceral level. The cold. The adrenalin. The excitement.

This photo got me to New York. This photo opened the World to me. *This* photo told me I was born to carry a camera in my hands and use it to be my Eye.

She is a caryatid carrying no stone, unfallen, because her Stone is the Sky. And the woman portraying her… Well. No words will ever capture how I feel about her or for her.

Here, on the verge of a grand adventure, it seemed appropriate to look back and put this image back up.

Here we go.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

(and two days from today, to be exact…)

I was in Florence, Italy.

It is still hard for me to believe that it really happened. That a group of strangers (who are strangers no more), friends, and family, joined forces to help send my art and myself there. That for ten days, I spent time in the company of 863 other artists, made friends with a large coterie of them, froze my ass off in the zero degree weather, froze my camera, and ate more incredible food than I can say.

I look at these photos often, because I often have to tell myself…

So. *That* happened.

It wasn’t all skittles and beer. My cat, Ming, died while I was away in Italia. I was cold and I was jet-lagged and more than once, scared to death. I spent about twelve hours on the way back, wondering how I was going to get home, stranded in Paris (which is not as awesome as it sounds).

But I look back here often. Because here? Here, is where I can say everything changed. Here, is where I fully realized and accepted that I was an artist and that there was a life outside of the one I was currently living that was better suited to me.

There’s a reason I bring this all up. But I can’t tell you why for another… Eleven days.

*smiles mysteriously*

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Again, I don’t think that it’s very NSFW, but what do I know?

This is from the first shoot with the Amazing A. Highly appropriate, as tomorrow, we are doing the first of the Huntress shoots, she and I.

And you can see, right away, why I fell in love with working with her. It’s not just the natural curly red hair. (Which is epic and currently in even more epic red dreads.) It was that from the first moment I turned the camera on her, like the Mad Model… We clicked.

I didn’t have to work to get her to understand where I wanted to go.

She is the perfect Eris.

One day, I will have enough work to put together a book that will be nothing but my Goddess imagery. When that day comes, this will be one of the featured images.

I should put up Eris & Cat too.

Ia ia, Eris! O Discordia!

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Again, I don’t think it’s very NSFW, but apparently some folks get weird about naked asses.

*shrug*

Whatever.

This is another from a million, million years ago, when I lived in the world’s tiniest house in San Francisco.

It was a postage stamp, but I still miss that place.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

This image is part of the Kinsey Institute Permanent Collection. The Kinsey would be formally and in full: The Kinsey Institute for Research in Sex, Gender, and Reproduction. It is one of the things that I am the most proud of and that I cherish as one of my greater accomplishments. I can still remember vividly the day that I received the letter from the curator, asking to include it and Dark Bast to the collection.

This is an actual arrested moment. A frozen moment in time that was not planned. The Mouse would not settle. She was not interested in posing. So the Ant got in the shot. And what I ended up with was probably one of the more perfect triple aspect images ever. Maiden, Mother, Crone.

I love this image for so many reasons. Knowing that it will be in the care of a museum for as long as that museum exists… There are no words for that.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

I was missing the naked women…

This is from a million years ago. It is still one of the most sensual, erotic photos I think I’ve ever been able to capture.

Yeah. Love this one a lot.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Another that desperately wants to be a book cover.

Some day…

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Gearing up for the Huntress first shoot on the 13th. Really starting to get excited…

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

It just screams to be a book cover.

I just need the story that goes with it…

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This is Adam. This is Adam singing in my favorite band, All Rise, at the Viper Room, circa May 2006. The Mouse was not even two years old.

It’s not the best photo I ever took of the band. But it’s one of my favorites.

I miss those nights…

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

There really are no words for everything that this one shot means to me. If I were to do a Greatest Hits, this would be one of them.

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And here another blast from the past, a stormy day in Half Moon Bay and the Mad Model willing to freeze her ass off. This may look beautiful, but it was fucking COLD. The Mad Model is a badass. Let no one ever forget it.

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This morning heard from the Amazing A, touching base in prep for next month’s photo shoot and got excited all over again. I’m still looking for an eagle wrangler and eagle or raptor wrangler and raptor, but that will come together now or in the future. I have raptors on the brain like whoa.

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In other news: as of January 2013, I will also have some new slots opening up for a bunch of stuff, though most of this is only going to be of interest to SoCal local peeps, though not all. I have three slots opening up for entertainment business management clients, at least 20 slots opening up for tax preparation and financial planning, and I’m taking bookings for weddings, portraits (baby/family included), and model portfolio work.

If this is something you need or you know someone who does, please spread the word.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Taken a million years ago in the Piedmont necropolis with the Mad Model.

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Oh lordy. Running a little slow this morning and feeling the edges of Bad Brain trying to set in. Have counteracted it with water and vitamins. Just waiting for it to kick in. It’s largely due to interrupted sleep. Mouse woke me at 3:30 AM, saying she couldn’t sleep. And then woke my ass up at exactly 6:00 AM. She had cause. Her beloved fish, Georgie, died last night, but holy cats, I woulda liked to have slept.

Still no regrown brain. I have gone trawling for story ideas. I’m about ready to claw my own skin off if I don’t write something new soon.

Shoot date can’t get here fast enough either. Need. New. Images. NEED.

And Vaudeville continues to do its thing. Filmmaking. It is not a fast thing.

Other than that, motoring along. How’s your world?

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Here’s the other reason I love flowers and taking photographs of them. Peonies especially. Like Georgia O’Keefe before me, I love the erotic element of them. They are sensual. Their shape is just… UNF. So is the texture of the petals of most flowers. The scent, for the ones that are scented, can be intoxicating. And scent is the most powerful of mnemonic triggers.

There’s a reason why we give our lovers flowers. It’s not just for their beauty. It’s also a pretty literal symbol of our physical desire for each other.

Really, a peony is never just a peony. Sometimes it’s the memory of the way your lover’s neck tasted under your lips…

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

This is an image that I originally shot on film, with my Minolta, oh, a million years ago.

I love flowers. All of them. It’s a trope, photographs of flowers. But like the nude, the flower is impossible to photograph only once or the same. Not a single one of them is the same. Not the same color. Not the same shape. And constantly changing. The definition of the arrested moment.

These daisies are long gone.

But as long as this photo exists, the memory of them remains. This moment. This light. This color.

Just like us.

I think that’s why we keep taking photographs of flowers. We’re just looking in the mirror of our own mortality and being arrested in the moment by its beauty.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

This is one of my favorite portraits of the Mad Model. Rose from the garden of what was the BJAM House back in the day in Beverlywood. It’s a breed known as Bewitched. Appropriate, yes?

The day needed something beautiful. Here you go.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

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Entries tagged with from the vault

Run, Rabbit, Run

Koto

Update: Scan All the Negatives – Prepping

Save the Negatives!

Moving Into Greatness Art Sale

Caryatid – Revisited

Five Years Ago…

From the Vault: Eris & Apple – NSFW

From the Vault: Window – NSFW

From the Vault: Cherub

From the Vault: Satin – NSFW

From the Vault: The Sea’s Bride

From the Vault: Reaching Out

From the Vault: Adam @ the Viper aka Memories of May 2006

From the Vault: The West Wind

From the Vault: A Piece of Sky

From the Vault: Angel

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