Wednesday, November 9, 2011

This has been a sad week in the black community.  We lost two greats - Joe Frazier and Heavy D.  In doing some introspection, I stumbled upon this prose which I thought was beautiful enough to share.  Enjoy!
 
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I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom
... and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.
- Dawna Markova

Monday, September 5, 2011

As EYE See It... Same Sex Relationships and Marriage

I need to vent a little bit today...

I find it unfortunate that in this day and age, there are still people who judge members of the gay community simply because of their sexual preference without knowing ANYTHING about the person.  I remember being really young - like 6 years old - and my Mom told me that my Aunt Gail was gay.  As a six year old, I agreed - yes Mommy, Aunt Gail is always very happy!  :-)   Mom explained that for the purposes of this discussion, gay meant homosexual - that Aunt Gail liked women instead of men in terms of relationships.  So just like she loved my Daddy, that Aunt Gail would love another woman, and at the time, a woman named Hope would accompany my aunt to all of the family functions.  She asked me how I felt about that.  Without a nano-second's worth of hesitation, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "She's still my Aunt Gail, right?".  My mother smiled and gave me a huge hug.  And I think that was my first lesson in acceptance and tolerance without even knowing I was being tested.  I also remember overhearing negative conversations about her from male members of my family and thinking how wrong they were - it just made me love my Aunt Gail even more!

A very dear friend of mine is gay and I remember when he told me.  It was over wings, drinks and cheesecake at Junior's in downtown Brooklyn several years ago.  And I think what he was expecting was shock, or disgust, or rejection.  I continued eating my wings as I told him that I loved him just as before and asked him if he was happy.  I cannot articulate the look on his face - I think it was comfort and relief in knowing that I was going to be his friend no matter what and that whom he chose to share intimate moments with didn't matter at all to me.

I have a nephew that I couldn't possibly love any more that I do.  He is my pumpkin and can do no wrong in my eyes!  So my reaction when he told me he was gay...  I hugged him, gave him a big kiss and I told him I love him.  And we went on about the business of living.  And you know what?  He is still and always will be auntie's baby - my pumpkin!

A friend of mine and I went to Manhattan Beach one warm evening some years ago.  We sat and talked for hours, and I don't remember how the segue, but the conversation shifted to gay relationships.  He related a story about a childhood friend - someone he grew up with, that had gone to school with him, that had spent night's at his house.  He said they were like brothers.  He continued to say that his friend, tormented, came to him feeling like he was the only person he could talk to given their history of close friendship.  His friend revealed that he was gay, and my friend (and I now use the term with him VERY loosely), without skipping beat told him that he wished him well but that he could not and would not be friends with a gay man (the label he used being mush more derogatory and offensive).   I guess I didn't realize how narrow-minded he was until that moment.  Some years had passed since we spoke, and in a brief conversation I asked how his daughter was.  As irony would have it, his 16 year old daughter would sit him down and not only tell him that she was gay but that she was AG or butch.   Thinking that he might have learned some tolerance within his daughter's revelation, I asked how his friend was - you know...  the close childhood brother-like friend that he rejected for making the same revelation.  And his response to me was, well...  let's just say he didn't learn anything!

A colleague of mine looked me in the eye as we ordered our Thai food and said, "Renee.  Did you know that I was gay?"   I said yes, and the conversation just continued from there without a hiccup.  While I appreciate that she felt comfortable enough with me to tell me, it still saddens me to this day that there are members of her own family that she felt like she couldn't tell or be her true self in their presence.  Aren't we taught that your family loves you no matter what?  Try watching "Tears for Bobby".  It should be required viewing!

I had a discussion a while back with a girlfriend of mine about the time she and her partner were looking for another apartment.  She contacted a woman and they had great rapport on the phone.  They had a few conversations during the course of a few days, and by the time they scheduled a meeting to view the apartment, the woman practically said, "If you want the apartment, it's yours!".   Their finances, references and credit were in order so getting this apartment should have been a shoe in, right?   Well, when this woman saw two women walking towards her property, she surmised that they weren't just casual roommates and said that the apartment had JUST been rented!  Co-incidence?  Not likely.  I mean as a property owner, her main concern should have been whether or not her rent would be paid and her property cared for, not their relationship!

What I feel for the gay community - not just my friends or relatives - is fear.  Simply because there are still so many ignorant bigoted people out there who will not take the time to cultivate a relationship or form a friendship with these folks.  They wont try to understand their personalities - what makes them laugh, what makes them cry, what makes them tick, their interests, their hobbies, their likes and dislikes - they wont bother to really get to know them and in doing so realizing that they're people - human beings just like members of the straight community.  No - for these asinine bigots, it's easier to just form opinions and hate them, or make stupid hateful comments, or worst, commit violent acts...  Why?  Because they don't agree with who they choose to sleep with?  Really?

I recently posted an article in Facebook about a young woman who went into a New Jersey-based bridal shop looking for her gown.  She was there with her friends and family.  Delighted that she found her gown, she began to fill out the order form.  Where the 'groom' information was requested, she crossed out the word groom and wrote partner, and put her fiancee's name.  When she arrived home there was a message from the shop owner who said that they shop would not be able to do business with her because they don't engage in illegal activity, and her marriage was illegal!  What upset me almost as much as the story is that someone commented on my post with just a single word...  "So?".   I immediately deleted that comment because I found it to be stupid and ridiculously insensitive.  My mother always taught me that if I couldn't say something positive, then just don't say anything at all - perhaps the person who made that comment was never taught such a lesson.  In retrospect, instead of deleting her silly comment, what I should have done was to challenge her.  Let's substitute "Lesbian Bride" with African-American Bride, Asian Bride or Latina Bride.  If the shop owner had refused service to the aforementioned ethnic groups, would that have somehow have been OK?  Would my Facebook responder's comment still have been "So?".   Personally, I think the shop owner is a raging dumb-ass, because in addition to potentially selling not one but TWO gowns, had her customer service been on point, there would have been many referrals I'm sure.

Here's what I know about human nature - You cannot control who you are attracted to.  You just can't.  And so it burns my ass when I hear someone stupidly say that being gay is a choice.  It's not.  And pretty much any gay person will tell you the same.  Do they really think that anyone would CHOOSE to be judged so harshly by so many?   Do they really think that anyone would CHOOSE to be rejected by their friends and family?  Do they really think that anyone would CHOOSE to live in secrecy for fear of that rejection?  Do they really think that anyone would CHOOSE to be teased, beaten up, spit on?  Now that having been said, no gay person should ever be made to feel like they have to apologize for being who they are.  "OUT and Proud" - I LOVE it!  That to me is a much better option than living the way everyone thinks they're supposed to and lying to yourself.

To the ultra-religious zealots who claim to love and to fear GOD, but spew hatred to the gay community, I say to you first of all that Marriage by definition is a social union or legal contract that created kinship.  Not necessarily a religious bond.  In many circle and in many countries Marriage is CIVIL not Religious.  The bible does mention homosexuality, but I don't ever remember reading a passage that says that judgement is OK.  In my years at Sunday School I don't remember being taught that hatred is viewed favorably in the eyes of GOD.  Secondly, the church has many other larger issues to be concerned with - like clergy committing acts of molestation against children.  It's been happening for years!   There are actually priests who will vehemently speak out against homosexuality while behind closed doors they're having non-consensual sex with under-aged BOYS...  seems just a tad hypocritical to me!

The Marriage Equality Act was recently passed in New York and even that has folks talking negatively.  My question is why?  For those that are in opposition, I ask how does a marriage between two people of the same sex affect you any more than marriage between two people of the opposite sex affect you?  The answer is that it doesn't.  Should the issue be that there are two people who love each other and want to share their lives with each other?

There was a mass same sex wedding ceremony in July at the Carlyle in Long Island and I attended.  And the emotions in that beautifully appointed banquet hall were overwhelming.  There was no judgement or hatred there.   There was love and support and triumph!  It was awesome!  

 



The couple that affected me the most were two women who had been in their relationship for 40 years.  And now they're married!  I cannot imaging loving someone and wanting to have them as a life partner for 40 years and being given bullshit reasons why I couldn't. 

Is the love between two women or two men any less deep, real or unconditional than that of their 'straight' counterparts?  And do NOT get me started on the whole Gay/Straight thing.  What knucklehead came up with these words anyway?  They're just labels, and speaking as a hetero-sexual woman, I can tell you that I've had my share of relationships with men that were anything but straight.  Lies, deception, violence, cheating - are those the ingredients of a Straight relationship?

Is it possible for ALL of us to just peacefully co-exist?  Can 2012 be the Year of Tolerance?   Do we not as human beings have bigger issues than another person's sexuality?   Can we just learn to accept and love each other?

I, Renee Matthews, have always been "LGBT friendly"!   I don't separate my relationships into classes of sexual preference.  My friends and my family are ALL loved by me equally and unconditionally...

OK...  I'm done venting! ♥

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Hurricane Irene

So its 5:30am on Sunday, August 28th and Im bright eyed and bushy-tailed.  Nervous about this blasted storm.  Im hearing major wind and trees blowing violently, thinking about everyone who needed to be evacuated and I suppose the intensity of it all is starting to sink in now.  And as bad as this weather is right now, the actual hurricane is still about 5 hours away.  :-(
New 'Yawkaz' are generally tough and resilient...   Well THIS New York native is just nervous and the light at the end of this tunnel is that hurricanes are temporary.   I cannot imagine, however, what the clean up effort is going to be in the low lying areas...

More to report as the hours progress...

August 30th...
So...  we survived!  WHEW!  It was a scary night, but all is well.  I'm praying for the folks who suffered loss within this storm, went without power and food for days, etc...  Irene was one wicked bitch - but she's gone now!

Friday, August 12, 2011

As EYE See Them... Anika and Sidney

WORDS!   I'm going to attempt to describe Anika and Sid and everything about them in single words...

Anika and I first made contact when I responded to an inquiry for a photographer for her wedding.   When I read her email the word that came to mind was ELOQUENT.  Our email exchanges were lengthy but we felt like we knew each other by the time we would meet.  When we met for brunch and I saw her for the first time, I thought RADIANT.  What a beautiful smile and sunny personality to match!  I've decided that I'm allergic to Bridezillas - there would be no worries about my allergies with Anika!   I remember thinking what a great guy Sidney must be to have such a special lady in his corner in addition to the way her face lit up when she spoke of him.

In May, I had the privelege of meeting Sidney and their children at their engagement shoot.   The next word that came to mind was PRECIOUS - the dynamic between the members of this blended family was lovingly evident.

Their journey began when they met at Sidney's older sister's engagement party, but the relationship started to really take on a life of it's own when Sidney's younger brother married Anika's younger sister (awesome, right!?!)

I love Anika and Sidney as if they were family.  You cannot possibly spend any time with them and NOT feel that way.  They've got to be the warmest, sweetest, most genuine and most loving people I've come across in a long time. 

There are so many descriptors for these two and the love they share, but the word that will stay with me - a word that Sidney used in his beautifully-written vows - is PERFECT.  I am an emotional being so yes, I cry at the very weddings that I shoot.  And I was just fine at this wedding until the reading of those vows...  whoa!


Anika and Sidney - best wishes to you in this new phase of your life journey together. 

(Now if my sinister plot to photographically take over the world is working, I'll be doing some maternity and newborn shots within the near future!  ☺)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

As EYE See It... Family Ties

So...  Shelia Walker, an old friend of mine from High School, contacted me about taking photos of her son and his siblings.and I JUMPED at the opportunity!  As mushy as I am and as much as I LOVE shooting weddings, I have slightly more of a love for shooting family portraiture.  Perhaps because of the relationships I have with my sons.  Maybe because my parent are no longer here, or because I have no relationship with my half-sister and don't know my half-brother.  I was raised to believe that family is the most important thing in our lives.  Our relative are our own personal VIPs.  Lord knows they're our biggest critics, but the criticism is born of love and their need for us to succeed!

The shoot took place on a particularly cold Saturday in March at WhiteBalance Studios in Brooklyn.  Can I tell you  - I would give my right arm (um...  ok, maybe someone else's arm because that's the one I shoot with!) to have a studio like that?  Decently-sized studio with beautiful wood floors and lots of windows to reveal natural light, tucked away in quaint Greenpoint Brooklyn! 



I think the kids had fun - I know I did!











My favorite photo of the day...
Shelia and her baby!

Do I have the greatest job in the world, or what?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

As EYE See It - Death and Life and Family

Normally, the requests I get for photography are for Weddings, Sweet 16 Parties, Maternity, Baby and Family Portraits, etc...  By most accounts, these are happy occasions - the joining of two families, or a young girl walking into womanhood or the last days before a new life enters the world, or welcoming that precious new life or capturing the connection between family members.


My heart sank when I was asked recently by an old friend who lost her mother to photograph the funeral and the events following the funeral.  I was made aware that her mother was ill and I desperately wanted to take family photos prior to her mother's passing...  my offer wasnt timely enough.   When she asked me to photograph the funeral I panicked actually, but I heavy-heartedly agreed.   I sunk into my chair and thought, having fairly recently lost my father, how I would feel with someone at my Dad's funeral having a camera all up in my face while I was grieving?  I panicked even more.  I gave alot of thought and even lost a little sleep over how to accomplish this task - capturing this event, giving my friend the memories of these moments that she needed for her own comfort, while respecting the family's need for space and privacy...




The funeral took place on a snowy day during the first week in January.  I took very few photos at the funeral home, simply because I felt that the family needed to be comfortable crying or even screaming if they wanted to without having to think in the back of their minds how they would look in a photo!


I was able to do some quiet reflecting as I followed the family to the cemetery.  The burial ceremony was brief.  The mood began to shift a bit.




The repast was held at the beautiful home of a family friend.  The overall mood shifted again and shooting became easy.  I tried to capture moments as unobtrusively as I possibly could.  What I saw was, as Stevie Wonder put it, Joy Inside their Tears.  The family was genuinely happy to just be in each other's company, celebrating the life of my friend's mother together.






Towards the end of the evening, stories and personal items were being shared, and through the veil of their tears was laughter.  I never had the privilege of meeting my friend's mother but somehow I think that celebration of her life and legacy is exactly what she would have wanted. 


Before I made my exit, I took several family photos, and those are the photos that I enjoyed the most because while the pain of their loss was obvious, the dynamic and love shared among the family was prevalent!


Plainly put, death hurts!  The pain of a loved one being gone is one that hits hard and lingers.   But the support of your family and friends helps to ease the pain and over time, what you remember most are the happiest moments shared. 


I think I will always have some level of ambivalence in shooting at a funeral, but visual memories, even of painful events, are absolutely crucial...


Blog Updates

To Subscribers and casual readers of my blog...

I have made a conscious effort to step up the frequency of my Twitter
updates, but I have completely neglected my blog. For that I apologize!

As I go on about the business of life, I will be sure to make regular blog entries. If you are willing to read it, then I should be more diligent about posting...

Peace and Light!

On Self Doubt and a Different Perspective On Life...

Zack Arias is an Atlanta-based Music photographer, and is probably one of the most sought-after and down to earth photographers around.  The beauty about Zach is his ability to not take himself so seriously. 

Creative people are notorious for doubting themselves:
... am I good enough?
... does my work measure up?
... why did I choose that location?
... could my composition have been better.

Someone emailed me a link to this piece a while back, and it helped to erase my self doubt and put things into perspective.

I'm grateful to Zach for letting me know that I'm not the only one who feel this way from time to time.  Thanks Zach! 

Happy Viewing...

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy Happy New Year!!!

So I am 2 hours, 20 minutes into the New Year and slightly, shall we say, impaired from the Champagne, but I needed to stop by my blog and wish you all Happy New Year.   May this year bring you continued blessings, love, joy, happiness, and health!  Happy 2011!

Lots of love!
RMP