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Wildheart Bengals

When traveling the South Island with my grandparents we attended a nature tour in Dunedin. At the tour I was greeted by Christina eagerly asking if I had emailed to ask about bookings the night before. I was surprised she seemed so excited when I said yes. She then told me she absolutely adored my pet photography and wanted me to photograph her Bengals  Of course I wanted to but I was leaving Dunedin the next day.:(Christina wasn’t having any of that and flew me back down to photograph her kitties. I felt so honored! It’s exciting to meet someone who admires your photography to such an extent that they want you- and you only- to come photograph their animals. I was treated to an amazing dinner, desert, spa, movies, and wonderful conversations with beautiful people. In addition to the memorable times, we got these amazing shots for her business. Couldn’t  have asked for more… well actually… to spend more days with them would have been nice, but now I’m just being greedy.
Introducing: the lovely cats at Wildheart Bengals!:)

Fantail Tattoo by Richard Warnock

I have fallen in love with the country of New Zealand. The people, the land, the flora and the fauna have all drawn me in. I will be devastated to leave this country in a mere 14 days. Even typing that makes me want to cry! I have all intentions to return for there are still many adventures to be had and I have acquired so many loving friends; friends my heart shall never abandon. While living in New Zealand, the bird that has truly caught my fancy is the fantail. It tends to fly from branch to branch peeping, opening and closing its fan-like tail rapidly, as well as jumping from the left to the right. It is very amusing to watch. I decided to make a fantail India ink drawing. I admired my drawing so much as with my emotional tie to New Zealand that I decided to book an appointment at Powerhouse Tattoo. Richard Warnock was my artist, he’s quite the artist and bird fan so I was in good hands.

The fantail bird was stenciled in from my India ink artwork. The very talented Richard Warnock free-handed the cherry blossom branch. The back piece took a 2.5 hours and one sitting. I felt light headed quite a few times but Lynelle ran and grabbed me a sprite which seemed to help. I’m fairly certain this will be my last tattoo, I’m not forgetting the painful experience anytime soon, but it was well worth the pain to acquire this beautiful piece of art. Below is a picture of my fantail India ink sketch and a shot of Richard’s tattoo work. Very impressive, to think I event doubted his abilities for a second.:)


About a year ago I had a friend betray me in a most unfathomable manner. I was blind-sighted and adamant she did not betray me, until proven otherwise. I struggle with this anger and resentment towards her and find expressing it through portraits to be part of my healing process. The image below encompasses how I feel whenever I see her. My blood boils and my heart pounds with pain. I wish the Earth around me would obey my whim and crush her. My more sensible nature knows these feelings are not healthy but only time will heal my heart. We make the mistake of trusting those who aren’t meant to be trusted, and from it we learn… in a painful manner. Below is a short poem I wrote a few months ago. My friends here in New Zealand are doing a wonderful job of making me open up to new friendships again. I’m going to miss all of them terribly.:)The photo below is a composite of 12 images. Let’s just say my arms are sore from throwing rocks.

A Desolate Void:
As grim as it may be, my thoughts are unwavering, molesting the very mind they call home.
Encompassing my head like a crow to the dead.
The very essence of you stimulates an in-suppressible compulsion to vomit.
Even if consciously, I avert recollection of your baleful treachery, subconsciously, it is relived.
Night after night, you’re there.
I arouse, my eyes brimming with tears.
My soul blazes with repugnance.
All that remains of your being is a desolate void.
A void you have no conviction to fill.
You molded a charade of a union and embodied the hoax of love.
If there is one thing I know to be true, it’s that I never knew you.

Mom - October 27, 2012 - 6:29 pm

Your creative genius is do beautiful. Way to go! Liberate yourself !!! Release it to the universe… Gravity ensures you are grounded in reality… Available to truly live. Leave evil and its consequences to those who chose to hide behind their illusion of a so called life.