Friday, October 24, 2008

artist's statement

Lisa Kight
September 9, 2008


I am Mom to four children, Lisa to six grandchildren, a daughter, a friend, a lover and a college student again after almost thirty years. Photography has given me a most satisfying approach to express myself. I was given my first 35 mm camera in 1986 and have been taking photographs ever since. I do prefer black and white film to color. I received my first digital camera in 2004 and cannot say enough about the convenience as well as the capabilities of the digital format. I would rather capture an image that is not posed. I prefer viewing something or someone in a natural way. My goal at this time is to achieve a better understanding of the entire creative process in hopes of becoming a better photographer.

I once mentioned to someone that I had no artistic ability at all. She replied, “That is not so, you sew don’t you?” With a smile, I said, “Yes.” I hadn’t realized that art is more than just a painting or sculpture. Art is present in so many aspects of our lives…it can be found in the most humble form. Art can be found in a moment in time, not always recognizable to everyone or anyone for that matter, even the person who created it. You need not be an art critic to see the beauty in a work of art.

Until this class I hadn’t considered my photography art. Mr. Edge was kind enough to enlighten me on that matter the first day of class. Who knew…? I have no formal training, just an eye that over the years I feel has enabled me to capture my “moment in time”, if you will. The thing about photography that inspires me is its ability to convey a message without saying a word. “The Kiss” by Klimt is one of my favorite pieces. The detail in the background, the colors in the clothing worn by the man and woman are breathtaking. The idea of the woman giving herself so completely, enthralled and submissive at the same time, is so beautiful. I can only hope to achieve such emotion with my art.

Friday, May 9, 2008

today...

today, I just don't give a fuck! I am in Georgia and have had a nice visit. Yesterday I was in Atlanta for a haircut and to see my son, Ty who turned 30 yesterday. He managed about an hour, but it was great since we haven't had that much time to our self in years. I am on the phone with my daughter who is driving to Atlanta as I am leaving she tells me rather matter of factly that I am a rich person in many ways, just not monetarily, I agree.

My haircut is fantastic! Zapien is a hair god! I spent a weeks salary on the experience, but it is worth it. I look phenomenal...if I do say so myself. Had to switch cars with Jessica for the trip. Mine is a hundred years old and has a couple of hundred thousand miles on it. Anyway, run into Taylor's niece and her daughter. I was looking...me! Had this amazing dress that I bought for almost nothing and my hair rocked even before the Zapien treatment.

I was delighted that it played out that way. Fuck! I am pathetic! Why do I care about that son of a bitch anyway...? Because I do...

Friday, April 25, 2008

Heavy sigh...

I have been blessed by the fact that both of my parents are still alive. For that and every day I have them, I am eternally grateful. For now I am caring for my mother. She is a real pain in the ass! Until today, I have been okay with the situation, but have never embraced it. Today as I guided her down the hall to have an MRI done I just felt sorry for her. I realized that moment that I have been looking at things all wrong. For one she would rather be dead than to need the help of me or anyone for that matter to get around. she no longer drives and feels so helpless at times. I am busy with work and a modest personal life. I realized that instead of dreading her whining, grunting and snoring as she rests in the chair in the living room I should embrace the experience and make the best of the time I have with her. So today I have chosen a new view and decided it is time for us both to be happy. I am truly happy being a good person. I enjoy being nice to people and doing what I can for most anyone. After I finish this I am going to the local college and registering for a couple of classes. I am sure there might be other places I would rather be at this time, but I am not. So in an effort to get happy and find contentment I will be more creative and allow myself to not have limitations...I shall have goals and a more fearless approach to life. Perhaps all I was lacking was myself.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

chemically altered.

As anyone that has seen my blog knows I have been through some trying times in the last few years. The fact that despite the time that has passed I am still affected by many of these events. I gave a friend some advice many years ago and until now never realized it applied to me. She lost her daughter to cancer many years ago. Donielle was 19 at the time and her heart. Around the same time she was caring for her daughter while she was ill met a man that seemed to be her salvation, but in reality he was a control freak that until now no one realized what a sick bastard this guy really is. Anyway...she has spent the last few years fucked up...pot and many worse things that I will not share, but I am sure you have a general idea what I am speaking of. So she has never truly dealt with the loss because she has been on some sort of chemical the entire time. My analogy was this...if you broke your arm it would hurt...you could take pain medication to ease the pain, but it would still be broken. She has done the same with the drugs. She says she needs it, that with all she has been through she "needs" it. Bullshit! The reason she will never be able to deal with the loss and the pain is because she has never truly addressed the issue without being chemically altered. I wish she could understand why this is. So enough already about that. I know now that the reason I still pine for that s.o.b. is because of the prescription medication I stayed on for a number of years I never truly dealt with the pain and loss myself. only thought I did...Amazing how easy it is for you to see someone elses solutions but are unable to help yourself.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Blues Man Extraordinaire...

One of the many adventures from 2005 was a trip to New Jersey to see Tommy Castro. He is the most soulful and talented man. His music sends me to a place I have never been before . To see him perform is nothing short of genius. His passion is unmistakable...the music pours from his fingertips and his songs, well they just ROCK!!
I adore his music and always will.


Mutha Fucka please...


Could you be any more luscious! I am sorry, but I think I may print this out and rub it all over my naked body! Don't get nervous. I just don't care...some time you just have to say what the fuck!


Rock on Tommy Castro!

insanity reigns supreme

You know I talk a good game, but in reality my life is not what I'd like it to be. My family are savages and the misery I have to endure can be overwhelming at times. I dont expect you to care...I would do anything to have my old life back. To be honest I lost everything when I was ill. I never said that to anyone. Just forget I said it, okay? I needed to say it to someone. I swear I try so fucking hard to find the good. It is a bit much at times. Too much. Your music takes me to a good place...it has been the one thing that has been there for me through the last few years.



For unloading the emotional baggage. I was so distraught. Imagine
someone coming into your home to get a gun to kill himself. My brother who
has major problems did just that the other night. Confirmation as to why
I dont believe in guns in the home. I came for a visit to see my 70
year old mother in Sept. Just for the weekend...things were so bad I
couldnt leave. I have been gone from here for twenty five years for a
reason. Its awful! I refused to raise my children around this madness...no
longer can I escape such an existance for it is mine. If it werent for
the gym and the few friends that dont partake...my one pleasure in
life is music. What a magical journey! Thanks

Sweet dreams...

I had the most wonderful dream...it was about the baby. She had dark hair and she sang like an angel. Avi Maria...My dad was young and she loved him. She was so tiny...I would swoop her up and she would laugh as I would dance around the room. I woke up so happy.