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Stories (colorful images from small corners)

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There is a moment which happens as the shutter is released. The subject and scene are captured as a story but there are other stories happening too. This series “Stories (colorful images from small corners)” is about looking beyond and behind the original subject at what was once just a fuzzy background, now rich with it’s own ideas, subjects and scenes. These images come from very small corners. The colorful blurred gestures from the original now offer a different story which was happening in sync within the larger picture.

the next day

summer 2008, a typical day. I was out back pushing the mower Bob Dylan “Blind Willie McTell” on the headphones. Emma waved from the open glass door. I slowed to wave back. We smiled. I looked down to pick up the pace again. A few steps later and I noticed she was acting different. She was not quite jumping and not quite waving. Her foot had kicked the door closed but her finger was still there on the edge. We drove to the hospital with her hand wrapped in a towel and resting in a pot. The doctor stitched the tip of her ring finger back on. Emma made it very clear that she thought, “Well, obviously, today was not a good day to wear white!” This video I took of her the following day. She insisted that she finish the mowing. I did not think she’d be able to push it. I stood corrected as I filmed from the 2nd floor bedroom window, this marvelous girl.

how to film the horizon

how to film the horizon from Wendy Jean Hyde on Vimeo.

(Turn your volume down) Unedited and behind the scenes, for a true sense of how it was filming the horizon through the Disney crusie window ~ see “What Do You Want” video. This is how I stood while I faced the ship’s window. Love my son’s stuffed animal under the arm… he still has the panda. Making art and being a mom at the same time. The best of both worlds!

Waiting for Tundra ~ The Reason I Returned to Indianapolis

New and Unforgotten

one more time I am

breathless in the vastness of the water

trained and employed

behind reinforced thick glass

I try to listen

 

in my new and unforgotten home

the moment seems endless

I can see and I can hear

but I can not listen

 

although your tears wet my hair

I have no questions

 

I feel the ever changing day

and in my hands

I capture the endless distance

 

there is no instrument to measure

just how much each one can hold

as I turn again and begin

my swim across the water

 

– Wendy Jean Hyde

Learning From My Children and the Essence of Tundra (part1)

Learning From My Children and the Essence of Tundra from Wendy Jean Hyde on Vimeo.

Connor asked if I would film his tricks he was working on with his Tech Deck, a small toy skateboard. I used my palm smart phone for the video camera. A small skateboard, a small camera. A beautiful summer afternoon with the children. It was seven months prior to this afternoon that I was filming Tundra, the polar bear,  swimming at the Indy zoo. The focus and the continuum of Connor’s gestures with the toy brought me back to Tundra’s left front and rear paw and when she used it to push and propel herself off the stone wall behind glass, the reason why I went back to Indy.  Moments like these, in their loose and informal ways, need no crescendo, climax, beginning or end. They are a loop and the climax or crescendo comes later. It arrives as a gift once the “oh yeah…. that’s what it’s about…” is discovered.

It was a very narcissistic night ~ One Portrait at a time…

looking out and looking in through the porthole

… as the captain announced,  “We are picking up steam to outrun the hurricane….” and I could feel the ship’s engines heart rates change into a pulse much like my own. The sounds and motions of movement told me we were going away from where we were. Yet the sequester of waves tightly pushed back as their blue deepened.  We were moving in, moving through and moving past, heading back and heading away. All this could be felt as I balanced and steadied to keep the horizon within this drum shaped window.