First day of tour, Mansfield, MA, “the calm before the storm.” The weather can’t decide whether it wants to be rainy or sunny, still this does not hurt anyone’s spirit. The first drop of bass pierces through the grounds… Sound check.   This year IDentity Festival at...

 It’s unfortunate that memories age: details fade into white background and leave you wondering if you really remember all the elements involved or… colors combine as their edges touch and do not retain those hard, clean lines but trade them for blurred and distorted ripples. And...

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In the past few weeks I have had some really exciting opportunities come my way. Just last week, I talked about connections because I was so grateful a friend’s word of mouth led to my being hired to shoot a boudoir shoot in Las Vegas. Well, a few days later, a photographer named Louie...

Connections: those invisible strings that tie around your wrist and mine, seconds after we meet. Whatever the string is going to become-relationship, friendship, business- it is not always apparent at first, revealing itself later and when needed, transitioning and adapting. I have a friend...

The land between journeys- the suspension of the moment when one dream ends and a new one is defined. Time subdues its sands and absent is the horizon line. Destiny will not allow you to gauge how far away she lies. Dissolved into tiny undistinguished pebbles, there is no direction demanding...

I saw your eyes gaze across the field and land on an object, lying in the grass. I watched you carefully, and in complete oblivion of all else, walk towards it. You bent down and picked it up. Holding it in both hands, you drew it close, as if it beckoned you with a secret it had to reveal...

Nearly two weeks back, I wrote a small descriptive blurb for the Facebook page for a new artistic project that exists under the name Dizolver Studios. The blurb reads as follows: Dizolver Studios offers professional grade imagery to all those in need. Vibrant and original works from the...

“Dryads: These are female spirits that are bound to their own specific tree and look after it. This doesn’t mean they have to remain rooted to the spot and grow bark;...

Under the water, not just in it, FINALLY! I’ve always felt most comfortable, submerged in the cool depths of water: my stresses and pains wash away into the current while my joys and love swirl around me. I become suspended, in my mind and my soul and everything makes sense....

When we are young, we live each day unaware of anything beyond what our eyes see, our nose smells, our ears hear, what we taste and what we touch and grasp with our small hands. Our curious natures are insatiable and the terms “consequence” or “tomorrow” or “future” had no...

If your summer plans include visiting Boston’s Museum of Science or the city’s Museum of Fine Arts Contemporary Collection, your to-do list just got longer thanks to “Self: Illuminated,” Wayne Strattman’s kinetic plasma sculpture exhibit that opens this weekend at the Charles River...

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Two different people and two different identities; two minds, two bodies and two souls capable of love, hate, fear, logic, empathy, sympathy, kindness, humor, wisdom, cruelness, mischief and curiousness. We dance our own paths and explore the horizontals and verticals of the world and of...

I have embraced the magic inside myself and transformed. I am not the traditional fairy of the woods or the mermaid in the sea. I am a desert seraph, bearer of life and death in these abandoned and forgotten lands. Desolate and withered hearts may be renewed by my kiss but selfish, greedy...

The sand shattered beneath her fingers. [ Photographed for The Naked Truth series. Experimenting with the body outside of Las Vegas in the dry lake beds. Hands are Bunni Morrill's. ] website /...

When I was young, I believed in magic. I believed there were fairies making the buttercups sway in the breeze and sprites were responsible for those mysterious splashing sounds you hear in the creek when no fish are around. I heard their whispers in the wind and saw their shadows cross the...

The annual Beacon Hill Art Walk livened up the grey city of Boston this past Saturday. The event brought local artists and musicians to the steep streets of Beacon Hill. As a whole, it was a tunneled collage of local talent with creators standing by their creations, offering an intimate...

How did this happen? We were once in love and everything was beautiful. You kissed my cheeks in the sun and I held you close in the moonlight. Our souls became bound and nothing could temper our hearts. But all of that is lost, now and though our memories have since faded with the light of...

The key to flying starts with the jump. website / facebook Melissa will be showcasing and selling limited edition prints in Boston at RAW artists on June 14. For more details and to purchase tickets please click here. Hope to see you...

                It’s about seeking out your own unique place in the world. Finding a comfortable niche where you fit in perfectly and fall naturally into the Earth’s rhythm. For some, their spot is found in the moments that make up their...

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. “ - Edgar Allan Poe website / facebook Please click here to follow Melissa’s 366 Self-portrait project. Melissa will be showcasing and selling...

When I first saw a trailer for the film The Invention of Lying I was disappointed by such an enticing title and the general premise being the skeletal structure for an unoriginal and boring romantic comedy. There is so much creatively that could be done with the idea of having only one man in...

We held our breath until the paint spilled over our skin. The color lost so long ago. website /...

There is a strange feeling that permeates through the new Alex Katz Prints exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts Boston, one that is similar to being in a room where everybody speaks a different language than you. In this case the dissociation derives from visual, rather than auditory,...

Guess what? You can earn $120M in 12 minutes. Just ask Sotheby’s who did it last night by selling one of four versions of Edvard Munch’s “The Scream.” Even after the elite auction house’s $12.9M commission, the Norwegian seller will have plenty left to spend. Previous owner...

   shadows   It is the shadows, evading Light’s glowing touch, which caught my eye and made me pause. And, it is the small trace of forlorn air surrounding him, which caught my breath. Please, tell me how you came to be a modern day creature of the night? You’ve been...