This photo is a dream come true.
We can't tell you how excited I am to live in an area that cares so much about the arts that Engine: Propelling the Creative Community, Heart of Biddeford, Common Roots, Full Circle Art Consulting, and so many more, just shut down the street for a day!
Shut down the street to engage the community in creating.
We painted a bus, community yarn art, and so much more!
We found it to be such an inspiring and healing evening. Thank you!
excerpt from their website:
Fringe Fest is a performing arts-laced evening, produced by Engine: Propelling the Creative Community in partnership with the Heart of Biddeford…two downtown organizations coming together to build community via the arts! The River Jam Fringe Fest provides a canvas for the performing arts community to showcase their talents with interactive performances and demonstrations in Shevenell Park and on Main Street.
The winter of 2021 started off cold. A breeze existed that morning that seemed to exacerbate the loneliness that had hovered for so long. Loneliness first made her presence known in the Spring, and some more in the summer, and then abundantly in the fall overstaying her welcome. By the winter, loneliness took up residence in our home, with our loved ones, in our community, and in the country.
We found ourselves in awe of a path to the water that once was. Who took care of this path? What happened that it no longer has a purpose? Where did it originally lead? When did it stop being cared for? Why are the unwavering pillars still so strongly fixed in the bay?
The path that once was and is no more gonged inside my being.
I felt as if I was looking at me.
A path that once was but is no more.
The questions continued as we tried to glimpse through the fog and still continue months later. In the midst of the fog with those friends that never know when the party's over. Perhaps you know them; Loneliness and Lost?
In that same midst I am reminded of this poem:
By Joel McKerrow
To the Artist.
To those chasers of beauty.
To the ones who cannot stop themselves.
To the curious, to the inquisitive.
To the artist.
To those seekers of stories, pens poised on the edges of paper,
To the messy ones.
To those who go to birthday parties, fleck of paint still plastered through curly hair.
To the hopeful. To the determined.
To those few who look through lenses to capture moments.
See glimpses of what could be.
The seagull scavengers stealing what others leave behind to put the left-overs of humanity back together.
To the artist.
To the 3am writer scribbling words down on paper everynight, everynight, 10000 hours, every night,
To the singer with a sore throat, bloodied fingers of the guitarist,
To piano keys worn down to ivory bone, to those who are worn down to ivory bone,
To the artist we say…
To the artist and to those who have forgotten that they are so.
The child who put away their paint brush, ballet shoes left dusty in the back bits of attics.
To the cartoon scribbler in the margins of maths books.
To the memory of crayons and drawings pinned up on fridges.
To the childhood actors performing in loungeroom, backyard, front verandah theatres.
To the students whose teachers took their own failures and transposed them upon you.
To the burdened shoulders and the clipped wings and to those have never tried again.
To the artist, and to those who have forgotten that they are so…
To those who have never belonged,
The odd angle of the straight family, the misunderstood,
The coloured paintbrush in a black and white world,
To the misread and the lonely.
To the artist.
To those who see what lies on the underside sighs of humanity.
To the ones who choose to feel, though at times it may tear them apart,
Feel the things that everyone else is afraid to feel.
To those who paint the darkness so that the darkness does not paint them,
To the discarded and disregarded,
To the Kurt Cobain singer, Van Gogh painter,
Robin Williams actor and Sylvia Plath poet.
To the tortured soul, to the blistered feet,
To the clay hands, to the artist and to those who have never belonged, we say…
I bid you to stay a while.
Take your shoes off, lay down your sword.
There is hope in these walls.
A bed to find rest.
Weary soul, find rest.
You do not need to look over your shoulder here.
You do not need to compare.
No measurement. No success. No failure.
Just create. Never give up.
Enough with the talking, talking heads of the critics.
Critics are only cynics.
You start listening only to you.
You come home to yourself.
Take charge of the dreams you once thought too far past the horizon.
The simple joy of being here.
The art of creating when you no longer need an audience.
Create cause it makes your bones move.
Create cause it stirs the belly fire.
Create cause you dream.
Create because you see.
Create because the world needs you.
Create because it fills the sails, then let's go fly a kite.
Create, cause this is what we do here.
Create, cause this is who we are here.
Welcome, welcome, welcome home.
Here is a great example of an accomplished graduate with the future just a few months away!
Portraiture has been with us since humans first painted on cave walls. With time the medium and technique of portraiture may have been altered, but our desire to commemorate our accomplishments remains strong. Graduation portrait is a tradition, a right of passage. We create these portraits to mark a moment of accomplishment. Marking the years of hard work, and the excitement of the future that lies ahead.
We created these senior portraits right on the beach just outside of Portland, Maine. Creating a portrait session near the ocean is the perfect spot to capture the freshness and vitality of a new graduate. The fresh breeze that comes off the ocean provides the symbolism of a new journey that lies ahead. Fresh wind, fresh hopes, and a fresh joy. The future is being captured at this exact moment and in this frame. The photography session began just before golden hour and we soon quickly experienced that warming light that floods the Maine coastline.
There is also a desire to share these special moments with our loved ones and offer an image that perfectly expresses who the graduate is and hopes to become. A visual representation that says, “this is me now”, graduating and ready for the next part of the path!
If you would like more information about our photography session, please feel free to email us at email@example.com
Coastal Pharmacy + Wellness have recently become one of our favorite clients. We spent a lovely morning photographing the beautiful pharmacy. Please take a few minutes to see some of the images we created during that photography session.
Coastal isn’t just the average pharmacy, they are so much more. They carry items that are top rate and beneficial. They aren’t just providing the ordinary expectations for their clients but they really care about the health and well being of everyone that walks in the door.
The photography session was a blast. We were energized to connect with a team that loves what they have built, and loves the community to care for us locals in such a unique way. They have opened up this business to care for us inside and out. You could feel that spirit as we photographed the isles and kiosks of wonderfulness.
One of the products we offer business owners is a virtual tour of the interior and exterior of their business. We then connect this virtual tour on to the Google Maps platform so that anyone who researches a business type can be brought directly to the business visually, virtually, and eventually in to real visit.
You can view the virtual tour that we created for Coastal Pharmacy and Wellness here:
by Cyle + Liz
When looking back at different times in our #past we often remember seemingly ordinary #moments. That memory was probably very ordinary and even perhaps a common story among most. Collectively we all can remember some of the fond and not so fond parts of growing up. Perhaps a birthday party, or the loss of a pet, or meeting your best friend. Sometimes, for many, that ordinary moment, without us even knowing, or asking, becomes #extraordinary. #Joy shows up unexpectedly. #Death arrives unwelcomingly. #Giggles erupt spontaneously. #Tears flow uncontrollably. And in those moments a slice of time, if we are lucky, is recognized by our deeper self. We mark it for a reference of what “this feels like”. So this is #joy: memorize it. So this is #sadness: can’t forget it. And the ordinary becomes a treasure.
I wonder what treasure memory the companions on the hill will have taken with them on this snowy day on the #EasternPromenade in #Portland, #Maine on #February 3rd, 2021
Loneliness and Me: Getting Reacquainted
by Liz Davenport and Cyle Davenport
of Convinced Photography
Welcome to Convinced Photography with Cyle + Liz Davenport. During our 20+ years of photography experience we have had the opportunity to live and work in lots of great places around the world.