Monday, October 17, 2011

PhotoVELO

one of the items on the PhotoVELO Bike Photo Scavenger Hunt List:
Get a tattoo of the word "VELO" at Saints & Sinners on Davis Street and snap a picture of it. Worth 50 points.

Friday, September 16, 2011

15 Brilliant Google+ Female Photographers to Circle

I was pretty amazed and excited to learn that I made this list. Thanks so much Toasty Kitten! (Kimberly Lau)
I am thrilled to be included with such good company. :)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Essential Excursions

Essential Excursions is the latest venture brought to you by the A Team.
Save the Date and register soon - limited space available.
Launched today ... The Essential Excursions weekend retreat series.
Please share with your friends & make some time today for your inner creative.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

New Blood. Old Money.

get your hiney over to Kettle before this show closes.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Chasing Gustav for Japan


Please consider purchasing a limited edition print of "Chasing Gustav"
in the Life Support Japan Gallery 4, 100% of the proceeds go to the victims of the earthquake. The Life-Support Japan Art Auction has already raised almost $40K in just 2 weeks. Please support our friends in Japan by purchasing these ltd edition prints. $100K could be raised for two different charities with 100% sell-out. Funds raised are being donated to Direct Relief International which provides medical supplies & Habitat for Humanity Japan in rebuilding communities. Hundreds of photographers from around the world have each donated 10 limited edition prints for this initiative.
You were gonna donate to help out any way, why not get a limited edition piece of art out of it? Pass it on. Shout it from the rooftops. Thank you. Drive Thru.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

UltraViolet 2011. I'm shooting for a cure. WTF are you doing?



This is my friend Violet (on the right).
She's not only absolutely BEAUTIFUL, she's super sweet, funny & she has an amazing personality. She's very special to me.
She also has Cystic Fibrosis which is a really sucky thing and I'm making it my personal goal this year to kick this disease in the froat and find a damn cure.
It's TIME already!

Calling all Artists! - Call for Donations!!

The 5th Annual UltraViolet Rock Show and Silent Art Auction is coming soon!
Live Music! Art! Friends! FUN! what the heck more could you possibly ask for?!?!?
SAVE THE DATE!
Saturday April 23rd at Club Dada
2720 Elm Street, Dallas, TX 75226
*Doors at 8pm.
Bands confirmed so far are:
James Dunn and the Western Set
El Gato
LOVIE
Dickwinfield
and High Seas Drifters (featuring members of El Gato, Polyphonic Spree, The O's and Lovie)

all proceeds benefit the CFF.org

Art/Donation drop details will be announced soon - so please email me (ange@angefitzgerald.com) if you want to be included on the mailing list and I'll send you the 411 as all the specifics becomes available.

please submit via email to me - (ange@angefitzgerald.com) WHATEVER you are willing to donate. if you are donating ART, if you are donating other handmade items, please email me with a description of your donation.
Restaurant/Spa/Services Gift Certificates, photography sessions, cash donations & CORPORATE SPONSORSHIPS ACCEPTED TOO.

To donate to our SILENT AUCTION the Night of the EVENT:
email me.
ange@angefitzgerald.com
put ULTRAVIOLET DONATION in the subject line
provide the following info per donation:
1. title or description
2. artist name
3. size/dimensions
4. media
5. minimum bid is $20 on all donations

Don't forget! We will also accept other items for donation! Last year we had electronics, furniture art, baked goods, gift certificates and jewelry in addition to original art work and photography.

100% OF THE MONEY WE RAISE AT ULTRAVIOLET, GOES DIRECTLY TO THE CYSTIC FIBROSIS FOUNDATION IN HONOR OF VIOLET! and that money is used for critical medical research and therapies that are so important to Violet's every day health and to the hope that WE CAN HELP MAKE CF STAND FOR "CURE FOUND!"

*for the love of Violet. Let's make art and GIVE from our hearts for a cure.

ange f | photographer | angefitzgerald.com | photopol.us | 214.733.2806

PLEASE SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS AND PASS IT ON!!!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Saturday, February 26, 2011

duct-tape and soldered wires


My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
all sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
these strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say I wanted it this way
and wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

FOR THE LOVE


I have 3 pieces in this show - all work is priced at only $35 each.
Go show your love.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

“If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life.”



The Little Prince is written by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and translated by Katherine Woods. These are my favorite quotes from the book.

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get an idea of that house at all. You have have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”

To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…

But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need to do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added:
“You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of the forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.

“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

“Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies. It seems that they are very beautiful.”

“Sire--over what do you rule?”
“Over everything,” said the king, with magnificent simplicity.
“Over everything?”
The king made a gesture, which took in his planet, the other planets, and all the stars.
“Over all that?” asked the little prince.
“Over all that,” the king answered.

To conceited men, all other men are admirers.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

“Why are you drinking?” demanded the little prince.
“So that I may forget,” replied the tippler.
“Forget what?” inquired the little prince, who already felt sorry for him.
“Forget that I am ashamed,” the tippler confessed, hanging his head.
“Ashamed of what?” insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.
“Ashamed of drinking!”

“When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful.”

“Nevertheless he is the only one of them all who does not seem to me ridiculous. Perhaps that is because he is thinking of something else besides himself.”

What the little prince did not dare confess was that he was sorry most of all to leave this planet, because it was blessed every day with 1440 sunsets!

All humanity could be piled up on a small Pacific islet.
The grown-ups, to be sure, will not believe you when you tell them that. They imagine that they fill a great deal of space. They fancy themselves as important as the baobabs. You should advise them, then, to make their own calculations. They adore figures, and that will please them.

“You move me to pity--you are so weak on this Earth made of granite,”

The flower had once seen a caravan passing.
“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their lives very difficult.”

“I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever… That doesn’t make me a very great prince…”
And he lay down in the grass and cried.

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”

“If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life.”

“You have hair like the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…”

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.”

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“Only the children know what they are looking for,” said the little prince. “They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry…”
“They are lucky,” the switch man said.

“What makes the desert beautiful,” said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well…”

And as I gave it to him my heart was torn.

I felt his heart beating like the heart of a dying bird, shot with someone’s rifle…

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--"

“I shall look as if I were suffering. I shall look a little as if I were dying. It is like that. Do not come to see that. It is not worth the trouble…”

He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound, because of the sand.

Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

from Bex to me to you


My daughter, Violet, is 5 years old and she has Cystic Fibrosis.

Cystic Fibrosis is a very rare genetic disease. So rare, in fact, that only 70,000 others in the entire world share this is common with her. Most of us live in towns and cities with more people than that. And most of these 70,000 are kids or young adults. It's just been in recent years – in our lifetime – that CF suffers have lived into adulthood and have an opportunity to choose what they want to be when they grow up.

CF, is so rare, that you can be certain that there will be no Jerry Lewis coming to the rescue with a national telethon to raise money and awareness for our cause. No pink ribbons, no race "for the cure"™, no celebrities answering your phone calls for donations, no Lance Armstrong to help us relate.

CF is a horribly high-maintenance disease. Its sufferers sit through countless treatments per day, swallow insane amounts of pills every day, endure procedures and surgeries that ultimately only put a band-aid on their ailments as the disease will just bring the issues right back again after time.

BUT THERE IS HOPE. There is. The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation is an amazing organization. It was founded, not by money-hungry corporations or pharmaceutical companies, but by families. Families who were touched by CF, and wouldn't let this rare disease beat them.. and with the hope that if we can have our tiny little CF suffers, like Violet, be the face of this nasty disease, that you might find it in your heart to help us out. The CF Foundation gives back 90 PERCENT of the money we raise BACK into helping find a cure. They don't fool around with our money. They have the same goal as we do. And they are closer than ever to finding a cure.



All we have is you. You are the only ones who can come to Violet's rescue.



I understand that these are hard times… but there is a way … and you can surprise yourself at how fast you can help us meet our goal. If you can donate, we are so grateful! But please, also join our team! Your donation can be the first in helping you reach your own goal for Team UltraViolet, or you can rely on others to help you meet your goal. As a member of our team, you can send out your own link. Just think, if you can get at least 10 people to donate as little as $10 each, then you're already at $100!!! And then you can set your goal higher if you feel inclined. There is no fee to join. No obligation to meet your goal. And no committment to show up at the walk, although we hope you do! So there is NO RISK to be a part of our team.

Please click here NOW!!! Donate or join our team! Please help us find a cure for Violet and all of those who suffer from CF: www.cff.org/Great_Strides/RebeccaDixon5175

If you have any questions at all, please do not hesitate to ask. I am available to anyone who wants to join our cause. Just shoot me an email.

please visit www.cff.org for the best, up-to-date, most trusted website regarding CF

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

On my way back home

I came in this way and here now I'll stay
If the unknown have to wait one more day
There's often times that it comes out wrong
But luckily I, I got a mind to know
On my way back home

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

undeniably

the love of my life

and if i'm bored

i send vibrations, in your direction, from the satellite mind

Theo from Cleveland shoulda never got me started

is it ever gonna be enough?

Saturday, January 1, 2011

gone too soon

sending love to Frank & Amber on this awful day.