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 “The sky fell,  soot ran,  my stockings ran,too.”  American Cemetery, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

Angel O'Brien

~the light of the moon~

                 I still rise when the Earth erupts

         beneath my feet and I fall, 

when the oceans flood 

            into my hands, over

                                -whelming me 

            with salted figs and flask of wine,

                                          I can’t see it, can you? 

              sometimes when the sun and lake

become one, it feels like a cloud

         whispering in my ear

               I want to grab the moon,

                                            and invite 

                                   him to dinner

                          I wonder though,

        if eating with the light of the moon

                                      is perhaps

                                              less romantic

                                      than eating

                                under it?

                    not that it matters,

my eyes close in

               -voluntarily

                        whenever

                            I eat chocolate

                              and in here,

                        behind

           my eyes, where the moon

      cannot shine, 

I’m already

      singing

             to the river.

Local photographer, Angel O’Brien works in experimental and alternative processes to create the often surrealistic and many layered self-portrait montages for which she is well known. Her love of photography began in 1994 in high school when she spent many a day wandering Portland with her Cambo 5x7 shooting this city’s architecture, and even more evenings in her bathroom-turned-darkroom making black and white contact prints. Angel’s hands haven’t been far from a camera since, working with everything from 35mm to twin lens to pinhole to large format. Having always loved black and white, she mainly kept to monochrome, but at one point, she cross processed some slide film and fell in love with the off kilter colors she saw in her photographs and that she continues to use today. A few years ago, out of frustration with not being able to make the photographs that she had in her head, Angel began to experiment with photo transfers, creating a lot of crazy (and mostly bad) work.  She then learned platinum-palladium printing from Ray Bidegain and went to Montana and learned gum bichromate printing from Christina Z. Anderson, and finally, she had the tools she needed to be able to manifest the photography that she was only just realizing she’d always been trying to make. A solo trip to Prague and Budapest where she had the time and mental space was the final key to discovering how to turn her crazy life into the handmade platinum/gum {self}portraits that get her so much attention today.


www.5x7angel.com


find me on Instagram @angelobrienphotography

Angel O'Brien

~the light of the moon~

                 I still rise when the Earth erupts

         beneath my feet and I fall, 

when the oceans flood 

            into my hands, over

                                -whelming me 

            with salted figs and flask of wine,

                                          I can’t see it, can you? 

              sometimes when the sun and lake

become one, it feels like a cloud

         whispering in my ear

               I want to grab the moon,

                                            and invite 

                                   him to dinner

                          I wonder though,

        if eating with the light of the moon

                                      is perhaps

                                              less romantic

                                      than eating

                                under it?

                    not that it matters,

my eyes close in

               -voluntarily

                        whenever

                            I eat chocolate

                              and in here,

                        behind

           my eyes, where the moon

      cannot shine, 

I’m already

      singing

             to the river.

Local photographer, Angel O’Brien works in experimental and alternative processes to create the often surrealistic and many layered self-portrait montages for which she is well known. Her love of photography began in 1994 in high school when she spent many a day wandering Portland with her Cambo 5x7 shooting this city’s architecture, and even more evenings in her bathroom-turned-darkroom making black and white contact prints. Angel’s hands haven’t been far from a camera since, working with everything from 35mm to twin lens to pinhole to large format. Having always loved black and white, she mainly kept to monochrome, but at one point, she cross processed some slide film and fell in love with the off kilter colors she saw in her photographs and that she continues to use today. A few years ago, out of frustration with not being able to make the photographs that she had in her head, Angel began to experiment with photo transfers, creating a lot of crazy (and mostly bad) work.  She then learned platinum-palladium printing from Ray Bidegain and went to Montana and learned gum bichromate printing from Christina Z. Anderson, and finally, she had the tools she needed to be able to manifest the photography that she was only just realizing she’d always been trying to make. A solo trip to Prague and Budapest where she had the time and mental space was the final key to discovering how to turn her crazy life into the handmade platinum/gum {self}portraits that get her so much attention today.


www.5x7angel.com


find me on Instagram @angelobrienphotography

 “The sky fell,  soot ran,  my stockings ran,too.”  American Cemetery, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“The sky fell,

soot ran,

my stockings ran,too.”

American Cemetery, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 “She left her fingerprints   all over Evelyn’s story.”  Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“She left her fingerprints

all over Evelyn’s story.”

Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 “The sky hunched  over, its eyes   screaming.”  Roma, Italia 2016

“The sky hunched

over, its eyes

screaming.”

Roma, Italia 2016

 “A stone under my feet  Kicked up and you  were bleeding”  Firenze, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“A stone under my feet

Kicked up and you

were bleeding”

Firenze, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 An Angel,  Alone in God’s City  Vatican City, Italia 2016

An Angel,

Alone in God’s City

Vatican City, Italia 2016

 “Paper bags  and cigarettes  no kissing”  Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“Paper bags

and cigarettes

no kissing”

Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 The Oranges  of Aventinz  Roma, Italia 2016

The Oranges

of Aventinz

Roma, Italia 2016

 “Toy cars in a toy world”  Vatican City, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“Toy cars in a toy world”

Vatican City, Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 “The Pope drove in circles”  Vatican  City 2016 Angel O’Brien

“The Pope drove in circles”

Vatican City 2016 Angel O’Brien

 “Her red hair left me blinded”  Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

“Her red hair left me blinded”

Roma, Italia 2016 Angel O’Brien

 “Nothing could burn  any longer, Montague  was dead.”  Fahrenheit 451 bookshop 2016  Roma, Italia Angel O’Brien

“Nothing could burn

any longer, Montague

was dead.”

Fahrenheit 451 bookshop 2016

Roma, Italia Angel O’Brien

 “He stared far longer  than was polite…”  American Cemetery, Roma, Italia Angel O’Brien

“He stared far longer

than was polite…”

American Cemetery, Roma, Italia Angel O’Brien

 With a knowing look  he accepted fer  proposal.  Roma, Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

With a knowing look

he accepted fer

proposal.

Roma, Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 Biennale 2016  Venezia, Italia  Angel O’Brien

Biennale 2016

Venezia, Italia

Angel O’Brien

 “I was always nervous  that one would jump.”  2016 Italia  Angel O’Brien

“I was always nervous

that one would jump.”

2016 Italia

Angel O’Brien

 “cobblestones and  little cars”  Roma, Italia, 2016  Angel O’Brien

“cobblestones and

little cars”

Roma, Italia, 2016

Angel O’Brien

 “Baskets and bumpy  roads, broken glass  and spilt milk.”  Frienze, Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

“Baskets and bumpy

roads, broken glass

and spilt milk.”

Frienze, Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 Quatre donne  nella pioggia  firenze, Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

Quatre donne

nella pioggia

firenze, Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 “I waited,  things changed.”  Vatican City, Roma  Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

“I waited,

things changed.”

Vatican City, Roma

Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 “Exit 48”  Firenze, Italia  2016  Angel O’Brien

“Exit 48”

Firenze, Italia

2016

Angel O’Brien

 “the light   of  penitence”  Firenze, Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

“the light

of

penitence”

Firenze, Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 “The wind crept in,  running away  with my heart.”  Roma, Italia  2016  Angel O’Brien

“The wind crept in,

running away

with my heart.”

Roma, Italia

2016

Angel O’Brien

 “Inside were secrets,  outside lay blame.”  Vatican City, Roma  italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

“Inside were secrets,

outside lay blame.”

Vatican City, Roma

italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

 I fell into the path  and the skies leapt  to save me.  Roma, Italia 2016  Angel O’Brien

I fell into the path

and the skies leapt

to save me.

Roma, Italia 2016

Angel O’Brien

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