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~the light of the moon~
I still rise when the Earth erupts
beneath my feet and I fall,
when the oceans flood
into my hands, over
-whelming me
with salted figs and flask of wine,
I can’t see it, can you?
sometimes when the sun and lake
become one, it feels like a cloud
whispering in my ear
I want to grab the moon,
and invite
him to dinner
I wonder though,
if eating with the light of the moon
is perhaps
less romantic
than eating
under it?
not that it matters,
my eyes close in
-voluntarily
whenever
I eat chocolate
and in here,
behind
my eyes, where the moon
cannot shine,
I’m already
singing
to the river.
Local photographer, Angel O’Brien works in experimental and alternative processes to create the often surrealistic and many layered self-portrait montages for which she is well known. Her love of photography began in 1994 in high school when she spent many a day wandering Portland with her Cambo 5x7 shooting this city’s architecture, and even more evenings in her bathroom-turned-darkroom making black and white contact prints. Angel’s hands haven’t been far from a camera since, working with everything from 35mm to twin lens to pinhole to large format. Having always loved black and white, she mainly kept to monochrome, but at one point, she cross processed some slide film and fell in love with the off kilter colors she saw in her photographs and that she continues to use today. A few years ago, out of frustration with not being able to make the photographs that she had in her head, Angel began to experiment with photo transfers, creating a lot of crazy (and mostly bad) work. She then learned platinum-palladium printing from Ray Bidegain and went to Montana and learned gum bichromate printing from Christina Z. Anderson, and finally, she had the tools she needed to be able to manifest the photography that she was only just realizing she’d always been trying to make. A solo trip to Prague and Budapest where she had the time and mental space was the final key to discovering how to turn her crazy life into the handmade platinum/gum {self}portraits that get her so much attention today.
find me on Instagram @angelobrienphotography
~the light of the moon~
I still rise when the Earth erupts
beneath my feet and I fall,
when the oceans flood
into my hands, over
-whelming me
with salted figs and flask of wine,
I can’t see it, can you?
sometimes when the sun and lake
become one, it feels like a cloud
whispering in my ear
I want to grab the moon,
and invite
him to dinner
I wonder though,
if eating with the light of the moon
is perhaps
less romantic
than eating
under it?
not that it matters,
my eyes close in
-voluntarily
whenever
I eat chocolate
and in here,
behind
my eyes, where the moon
cannot shine,
I’m already
singing
to the river.
Local photographer, Angel O’Brien works in experimental and alternative processes to create the often surrealistic and many layered self-portrait montages for which she is well known. Her love of photography began in 1994 in high school when she spent many a day wandering Portland with her Cambo 5x7 shooting this city’s architecture, and even more evenings in her bathroom-turned-darkroom making black and white contact prints. Angel’s hands haven’t been far from a camera since, working with everything from 35mm to twin lens to pinhole to large format. Having always loved black and white, she mainly kept to monochrome, but at one point, she cross processed some slide film and fell in love with the off kilter colors she saw in her photographs and that she continues to use today. A few years ago, out of frustration with not being able to make the photographs that she had in her head, Angel began to experiment with photo transfers, creating a lot of crazy (and mostly bad) work. She then learned platinum-palladium printing from Ray Bidegain and went to Montana and learned gum bichromate printing from Christina Z. Anderson, and finally, she had the tools she needed to be able to manifest the photography that she was only just realizing she’d always been trying to make. A solo trip to Prague and Budapest where she had the time and mental space was the final key to discovering how to turn her crazy life into the handmade platinum/gum {self}portraits that get her so much attention today.
find me on Instagram @angelobrienphotography
“The sky fell,
soot ran,
my stockings ran,too.”
American Cemetery, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien
“She left her fingerprints
all over Evelyn’s story.”
Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien
“The sky hunched
over, its eyes
screaming.”
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“A stone under my feet
Kicked up and you
were bleeding”
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An Angel,
Alone in God’s City
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“Paper bags
and cigarettes
no kissing”
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The Oranges
of Aventinz
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“Toy cars in a toy world”
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“The Pope drove in circles”
Vatican City 2016 Angel O’Brien
“Her red hair left me blinded”
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“Nothing could burn
any longer, Montague
was dead.”
Fahrenheit 451 bookshop 2016
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“He stared far longer
than was polite…”
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With a knowing look
he accepted fer
proposal.
Roma, Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
Biennale 2016
Venezia, Italia
Angel O’Brien
“I was always nervous
that one would jump.”
2016 Italia
Angel O’Brien
“cobblestones and
little cars”
Roma, Italia, 2016
Angel O’Brien
“Baskets and bumpy
roads, broken glass
and spilt milk.”
Frienze, Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
Quatre donne
nella pioggia
firenze, Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
“I waited,
things changed.”
Vatican City, Roma
Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
“Exit 48”
Firenze, Italia
2016
Angel O’Brien
“the light
of
penitence”
Firenze, Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
“The wind crept in,
running away
with my heart.”
Roma, Italia
2016
Angel O’Brien
“Inside were secrets,
outside lay blame.”
Vatican City, Roma
italia 2016
Angel O’Brien
I fell into the path
and the skies leapt
to save me.
Roma, Italia 2016
Angel O’Brien