My Lady.

I woke up this morning and felt it was necessary to post something up on this neglected Blog. I have been so busy focusing on life, this blog has been sitting all by its lonesome. Here are some photographs that I haven't posted yet, but some of you might have seen. Especially if you were in my 326 class.
Matilda again, just being a selfish little lady..living on the edge.

I often can't sleep.

I'm not sure.

I don't know how to describe this. I never meant to make this a horrid, grimy, disturbing picture. It just came out that way, it was in my head. When my grandmother was in the hospital all I could think about was how much it would kill me if my family lost her. While she was there, she wanted help, but she just couldn't say it. When I looked at her, everything was in black and white, everything stood still, even though I knew she was going to be okay. You get that gut clenching feeling when you feel as though your losing something you love so very deeply. Its like a hammer to the heart, and I have no other way to describe it. I'm sorry if this image is something that you don't want to see, or don't want to think about. I'm sorry if your in my family, and you can't imagine my grandmother in such a light. This image is about her, but its not, its about all moments, all times in which you're about to lose someone you love deeply. When they are crying for help, and you can't do anything but hope the doctor makes the right decision, or hope they are happy in the last few moments. You come to grips with loss eventually, and they never really do leave do they?

People have crossed paths with me in my life, and then left this earth but I will never forget the mark they left on me and on others. I feel as though if I don't remember those things, it would make their lives insignificant. I will remember and I will never take a day in this life for granted.

matilda

I fought with the pantry over and over to get these shots.

I feel as though I'm finding my niche.

This image was incredibly hard for me to make, and post. As a person who has dealt with eating disorders in her past, finding the strength to be comfortable enough to show my mid-section in such light was really hard. I'm okay with it. I'm content with who I am, and putting this up to show to the world is proof of that. I really enjoyed shooting this series, even though I find it hard to shoot myself. Life is good.

So feel down.

This represents one of my most fulfilling recreations of a reoccurring dream I have. I had it while deciding on what I needed to do next for my 326 Photography class. The day before I was to choose something to create, I had this dream. When I woke up..I just knew I needed to somehow show what I have been seeing so long. I get this dream about once a month, sometimes twice or more when I'm stressed. I haven't figured out what it means, I haven't researched or anything though.
The dream consists of me in a field. Everything organic has lungs and is breathing all around me. Its calming, and tranquil. I wish I could be there every day. This dream is such a real thing to me, I never go anywhere, I never do anything crazy or bazaar I just sit there in the field while everything is connected and breathes together. I've always felt a really strange connection to trees and I've often wondered if there is reason for that. I'm not religious, nor spiritual, but if I were to categorize myself as anything I would say "desperately in love with all things green".

Just a Subtle Dream.

This was shot in PA, actually in Intercourse PA...It was magical.

Momentary Confusion.

Finding a perfect balance between to much and not enough is always hard. I find it very interesting to look back on images that I have created days, weeks, even years ago. These images are almost completely different from where I am headed with my work. I almost look at my images critically, thinking that it sucked and continue onto the next thing. The next thing always seems to be better at the time, but then becomes a past piece thus becoming something that sucks.
I need to break this habit. I need to look at images that I have created and find a content middle ground in which I can appreciate and at the same time tear it apart.
This is where I bring a blog into the picture, where I can post images and ask for critique from fellow artists, and creators. This image is something I created years ago. I'm posting this for a sincere response.
My name is Christina Munson, and I'm from Ann Arbor, Michigan. I have been involved in all forms of art for a number of years, some being the most gruesome of my life. I will be posting my latest work along with very old and almost forgotten images. I hope this gets some amount of followers.