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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901</id><updated>2008-07-17T03:59:58.977-05:00</updated><title type="text">Art For Your Sake</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ArtForYourSake" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-7242933523072043563</id><published>2007-08-08T17:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:58:56.421-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stillbirth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memory books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funeral home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="still birth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grief support group" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stillborn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lose a baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="newborn death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="little angel" /><title type="text">When Your Newborn Dies, Hug Their Dreamscape</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096708301837963250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RrslMm7WD_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/iFaoJMQJB4Y/s200/Kari-Ruth+Brown_photosculpture_lowres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096708181578878946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RrslFm7WD-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q-C0DGbTzqg/s200/Kari-Ruth+Brown_hospital_lowres.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Figure 1.  Kari-Ruth in Intensive Care )    (Figure 2.   Kari-Ruth re-envisioned as a "Lost Baby" photo sculpture) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even after Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and the seven stages of dying; the establishment of umpteen grief and loss support groups; the politically correct funeral home pamphlets - good people still don’t know what to say to a grieving mother. Oddly enough, what people think is the wrong thing to do (like bringing up the subject) is exactly what the mother pines for. You see, a grieving mother is bursting to talk about losing her baby, even in the face of everyone wishing the day would just erase itself from the calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this may change, though, with a miraculous, three-dimensional object a mother can give herself, or others can give to the mother. I call it “A Lost Baby.” How these precious objects came to be, how they are teaching etiquette to family, friends and strangers, and how they are connecting mothers with their lost babies, days or even decades after their deaths is at the heart of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why Photograph A Seriously Ill or Lifeless Baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all begins with a baby in the making 35 years ago; a baby who came into this world and left without a trace - without a photo or even a name on the death certificate (a form of denial at the time, says his mother, Gae-Lynne). If a name was picked out, it evaporated at the sound of her husband’s words, ‘Our baby has died.’ His little body was given to the hospital for study, so there is not even a cemetery plot with his headstone on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gae-Lynne can still hear those words, and they don’t make any more sense today than they did back then. One thing she knows for sure is that she had a “fourth son” who today is very much a part of her life and the life of his brothers. Even the youngest grandchildren know about Baby Stewart and often ask questions about the Boy Who Would Be Uncle. She brings him up in conversation because, well, he’s part of the family history. No question, Gae-Lynne has come a long way since those first two decades, when his short life was not even a subject fit for conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirty-five years ago, Gae-Lynne had to beg the nurses to let her see her baby. She asked again and again, and each time was refused. “You don’t want to see him, Mrs. Stewart, ”The baby’s started to turn gray.” Gae-Lynne knows she could have seen past his coloring and seen only his beauty. For seeing him would have made him ‘real’. And oh, how she wished she had a hospital bracelet or a lock of hair, a tangible other than that death certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, hospitals routinely let grieving Moms and Dads hold their little ones, bathe and dress them. If the parents don’t take pictures, the nurses do. Sometimes the parents don’t want to take those pictures home after their baby has died, so the hospital puts them in the baby’s records. Once their grief is further along, the parents return to pick up the pictures, or for that lock of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The First “Lost Baby”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very first &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; I created was for Ruth Brown. It is a photo sculpture of her daughter, Kari-Ruth, fashioned from a dreamscape I made for her. The photo on which it is based is Kari-Ruth lying deathly ill from a brain tumor in her incubator, with breathing tube plainly visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 15 years, and hospitals are now feeling comfortable about having cameras in the intensive care unit. On the third day of Kari-Ruth’s life, when the prognosis looked grim, Ruth’s husband Randy was encouraged to shoot an entire roll of film of his daughter. Ruth brought in a tiny dress for Kari-Ruth to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ruth Brown pasted those photos into an album she kept tucked away for years with all the other baby books of her children. But taking it out just made her sad until July of 2007, when she came across a company called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photocutouts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Photocutouts.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Ruth became enthralled about the idea of making photo cutouts of all her children to stand on the piano. Al, who makes these photo sculptures, suggested three options to Ruth. He could cut out the picture as is. He could ask a photo restorer to use Photoshop® technology to remove the tube and restore her face. Or he could ask me, a digital artist specializing in &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/healingdreamscapes.html"&gt;therapeutic photomontages&lt;/a&gt;, to "dreamscape" the photo before he made it into a photo-sculpture. Ruth chose the dreamscaping option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very important to us both that the final image (which would be publicly displayed) find the right balance between camouflaging the unpleasantries and being careful not to squelch the opportunity for tender questions to the mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many days did Kari-Ruth live? What did she die of? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was it like slipping on that beautiful dress, knowing Kari-Ruth would never live to see the picture?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I began by lifting Kari-Ruth into a wishful reality that lays her down on a grassy field that seems to flow right through her wicker basket. On her ankle, I left the hospital bracelet. And quivering over her tiny lips, I placed a butterfly that matches her polka dot dress. The object here was to let the butterfly and the bracelet relay what words could not … that this dreamscape puts the focus squarely on Kari-Ruth and her beautiful life, however short and sweet, instead of on her struggle to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why "Dreamscape" the Photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Ruth saw her daughter in that basket and at peace, she told me her heart just melted. She hugged her Lost Baby to her heart and told me: “I never saw my baby in any other setting but in the hospital. Seeing Kari-Ruth outdoors made it kind of a fun picture.” This is true of course; each mother perceives something totally different in her child's dreamscape. In another mother’s hands, the same scene might be spiritual, conveying that her baby is in heaven. To a more pragmatic mother, her baby is "flowing with time." Always though, the dreamscape is a healer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, the grieving mother can’t bear to glance at the original photos. They’re often just too loaded with sorrow and failure rather than the pure soul of the child. Yet if an artist masters an effect where the scene is not only wholesome but transformational and magical, it makes everyone’s eyes light up: the mother, her friends and family, really anyone who sees it on the mantle. Which brings me back to the etiquette of grief, and the courage of such women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before Ruth Brown discovered our work with &lt;strong&gt;Lost Babies&lt;/strong&gt;, remember how she was planning to display Kari-Ruth's hospital photo, as is, on the piano? And remember how Gae-Lynne would have liked to do the same, but had no photo? It’s worth noting that both mothers believed the same thing: namely that mothers are proud of their children – all their children - the ones that lived &lt;em&gt;and the one that died&lt;/em&gt;. As a mother myself, I too have come to understand that a mother’s pride begins when her child is thriving in her womb. That surge of hormones and nutrients flowing back and forth is as valid as making cookies or going shopping together. For some, it’s the only time they'll ever spend together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moral of the story being when a hospital photo is all the memory you have of your stillborn or dying child, I believe it’s ok for the dreamscaper to start there with capturing the interior life of that child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Frames vs. Photo-Sculptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure, you could frame the hospital photo. Or you could frame the dreamscape. But Al and I discovered that there are two big benefits for creating a 3-dimensional version of the dreamscape: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lost Baby opens a door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A grieving mother’s deepest fear is that she’s going to forget she ever had a baby who died because everyone around her wants her to "get over it." This happens because people think bringing up the subject upsets the mother. But when a &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; is displayed proudly next to its siblings, anyone who comes into your home knows immediately that once upon a time there was another baby. It urges us to ask the good questions like: “Oh, who’s this picture of?” The &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; does it all, with grace and beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Lost Baby makes the baby’s birth seem more real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe it’s because you can literally hug a &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; if you want to. Would we hug a photo that's in a frame behind glass with sharp corners? Not likely. We’d probably do what we always do: peer intently at the frame, step back, cry, and never touch it. A &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; also feels more substantive; it’s thicker and curved to follow the shape of the object, which is your baby! So of course, you’re inclined to want to hold it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Celebrate Your Lost Baby's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when Gae-Lynne sat down and read a first person account about another women’s stillborn baby five years after her own baby’s death, did she realize the universal need for women to talk about their grief and loss. And guess what was the biggest epiphany of all? That even if you lost a baby, you’re still a mother! In fact, after that, she felt like writing “Ode to Grieving Mothers Everywhere”: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you go through a pregnancy? And through labor?&lt;br /&gt;Did you buy your baby a crib, toys and outfits? Special linens, towels and spoons?&lt;br /&gt;Did you have plans for your baby, just like everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;Did your baby look like a little angel? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you’re a mother, darn it, and you’re due a celebration!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all the cards, flowers and casseroles, it’s up to you, Mommy, to keep the conversation alive. When the first anniversary of your baby’s birth comes around, remember it’s time to celebrate the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks preceding the anniversary, stand your &lt;strong&gt;Lost Baby&lt;/strong&gt; in a busy spot in the house, where everybody can see it and say hi as they pass by. On the anniversary, light some candles and make a toast with your husband or partner, girlfriend or sister. If the spirit moves you, go ahead and say, “Wow, what a beautiful baby.” If you’re the concerned husband or girlfriend or sister, go ahead and say something like, “Oh, what a cute dress you put on her.” Or “She was just perfect, wasn’t she?” because these are the things a mother loves to hear. These are the things she’s dying to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, if anything was possible, both artistically or technically, and you miscarried or lost your baby. If all you had left of the experience was a hospital photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do with your deceased child's hospital photo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you display it, as a photo, somewhere publicly, where it could be seen by all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you transform it into a 3-D photosculpture, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you do something entirely different with your deceased child's hospital photo? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Empty-Arms-Miscarriage-Stillbirth-Pregnancy/dp/1576738515/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-6314155-3807036?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1186435237&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Empty Arms: Hope and Support for Those Who Have Suffered a Miscarriage, Stillbirth, or Tubal Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/103-6314155-3807036?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;amp;search-type=ss&amp;amp;index=books&amp;amp;field-author=Pam%20Vredevelt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pam Vredevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335465/when-newborn-dies-their-dreamscape.html" title="When Your Newborn Dies, Hug Their Dreamscape" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=7242933523072043563" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/7242933523072043563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/7242933523072043563" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/7242933523072043563" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-newborn-dies-their-dreamscape.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-1334062585831637461</id><published>2007-06-26T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:31:49.927-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate sponsors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philanthropy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="development" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corporate recognition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sponsored events" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trophy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special events" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo cutout" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo collage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="framed award" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo sculpture" /><title type="text">Thank Sponsors with a Photo Collage Recognition Award</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080430996772096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFREwR8C6I/AAAAAAAAADE/qf6B8GJVIP4/s320/Special+Olympics_Publix_lowres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo collage recognition award commissioned by Special Olympics Atlanta for Publix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In addition to the four Special Olympic images collaged together, the sky, stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;floor and filled-to-capacity bleachers were added in by the artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say, you’re the Director of Marketing &amp;amp; Special Events. Or you’re in Philanthropy or the Development Department and in a couple of months you’ll be wrapping up your big annual event. How will you thank your corporate sponsors? You’d love to find something that looks expensive, but isn't -- something that will stand out from all the look-alike awards we see all the time sitting inside a company's Glass Case of Achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody ever really stop and study a football or bowling trophy? Naaah. The last guy who took a closer look was the guy who won the trophy. As for those walnut boards with the brass engraved plates – maybe they satisfy requirement number one in terms of the shiny brass, but none even come close to meeting requirement number two: artistic design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fine Art in an Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the magic of a photo collage award comes in. Remember the photographer you hired to take candids the day of your sponsored event? Remember how much fun everybody’s having in those pictures? The only problem is, 9 out of 10 photos show people having lots of fun, but one third of those photos are spoiled by somebody scratching their nose or somebody else running in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFfIAR8C-I/AAAAAAAAADk/lLaKheGd9cQ/s1600-h/SOGA_858_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFg7AR8DAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NgL4VJ7ip6M/s1600-h/SOGA+804_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080448421454416898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="145" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFg7AR8DAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NgL4VJ7ip6M/s200/SOGA+804_lowres.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFfjwR8C_I/AAAAAAAAADs/J7X9yLqwNVQ/s1600-h/SOGA_858_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080446922510830578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFfjwR8C_I/AAAAAAAAADs/J7X9yLqwNVQ/s200/SOGA_858_lowres.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if you had an artist cut out the best parts of each photo, optimizing them in terms of color saturation and sharpness and then seamlessly combining all these elements into One Perfect Print? And even if there were missing elements, say an upbeat, blue sky for example, the artist could just retro fit it in! In the end, you’d have an awesome memento with everything your sponsor could possibly want, caught in a single take: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Performers caught in unforgettable attitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crowds brimming with excitement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your sponsor’s corporate banner fluttering perfectly in the breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Feelings, Good PR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a recognition award is composed of pictures, what a difference it makes. Suddenly a news-worthy photograph of a sponsor's special day is elevated into fine art, and it rivets their attention. The photo collage award starts to have real personal meaning for the recipient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There’s another reason why photo collage is such a powerful corporate thank-you gift. It’s great PR. Think about every visitor who will pass your sponsor's Wall of Achievement and spy your award hanging there. Nothing quite catches the eye (and the heart) of a visitor like a photograph, and that translates into good corporate relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Framed Prints or Photo Sculpture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFh7gR8DBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R7fXMNN41as/s1600-h/P1010092_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080449529555979282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RoFh7gR8DBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R7fXMNN41as/s200/P1010092_lowres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether you decide to frame your photo collages awards or give them as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photocutouts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-dimensional photo cutouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, either way your thank you gift will stand out from the pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, if a wall plaque is 3-dimensional, then photo collage cutouts are 4-dimensional - the fourth dimension being emotion. At the awards ceremony, the minute you present your gift and say, &lt;em&gt;Mr. Sponsor, without you, none of this would ever have been possible ...&lt;/em&gt; well, everybody is going to be in tears, including the Board of Directors. A brilliantly conceived photo collage says more about an event, winner, program, donor, or milestone than anything off the shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time you’re planning an awards ceremony and want to do something special for the sponsor(s) of the event, ask yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I want to make a photo mosaic out of the event photos, cutting out the bad parts of the photo and jig-sawing the remaining photos together, or do I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have a &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/"&gt;professional digital artist &lt;/a&gt;"splice" together the best parts of my event photos into single collage that looks just like somebody was there and took the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do I want to arrange all my event photos inside one giant frame which could be costly but doesn't make a very powerful impression from across the boardroom, or do I want to make a 3-D photocutout of a single print that is actually a collage of the day's events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335466/say-thank-you-with-photo-collage.html" title="Thank Sponsors with a Photo Collage Recognition Award" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=1334062585831637461" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/1334062585831637461/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/1334062585831637461" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/1334062585831637461" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-thank-you-with-photo-collage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-1758518358665023822</id><published>2007-05-23T10:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:54:21.387-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interior designer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cosmetic surgery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="update your look" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom photo gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifestyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal shopper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unattainable dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="well-being" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="architect" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="professionals" /><title type="text">Make Dreams Come True with Custom Photomontage</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8C-u5qo0XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rsYe0C2PRjs/s1600-h/Eveline+B_stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170342085184246130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8C-u5qo0XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rsYe0C2PRjs/s320/Eveline+B_stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this custom Mother's Day portrait by &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/"&gt;Nancy Gershman&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a sparring mother and daughter are de-clawed with a little humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shrinks listen to our hit lists and wish lists, and then note our sorry habits and patterns. Architects ask us to describe our dream house and then watch how we really use our space. Interior Designers ask us whose lifestyle we envy, and then study the magazines we read. What's this say about humans? We can't really see ourselves. We don't often know what's good for us. And according to these professionals, we're not alone in our misery and wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We yearn for quick fixes which are enduring, and that's why we go to professionals. Not only have they seen it all. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;professionals offer something priceless: the professional distance to see our lives with 20-20 hindsight. When they encourage us to talk about our hopes and dreams, they allow us to be children again. With their solutions and suggestions, we can try out new looks without the risk of making a misstep that we’d regret later. And by sketching out our vision and walking us through it, they help us see if this new look is actually good for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Change Your Luck with Custom Wishful Reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just as there’s a professional for sprucing up our personal space, our wardrobe, and our choices in life partners, did you know there’s also a professional for our inner well-being and our outlook on life? She's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a Dreamscaper: a &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/pagec.php?section=celebration&amp;amp;name=about"&gt;custom photomontage artist&lt;/a&gt; who does art for your sake and not her own. She'll sit down with you and your photos and ask for the back story on each one. The more you tell her about all the negatives (like regrets), and all the positives (like secret dreams), the better read she'll get on what kind of a wishful reality you need in the form of a custom photomontage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Better yet, she's a professional with humor in her arsenal. She'll employ irony, symbolism, exaggeration -- anything that will move you over from the negative to the positive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there was something you could change about your life, what would it be? Is it a better relationship between you and your mother? Tell this &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/"&gt;digital artist&lt;/a&gt;, and she'll create a custom reality from your childhood photos, adding backdrops and meaningful objects from her own photography. With a new and improved past in the form of a custom photomontage, you get a new lease on life -- not just in the past, but in the present and future too! Your life becomes a work of art: realistic, fantastical, and empowering you every time you pass it by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you (or someone you know) pining for peace in the family? Are you tired of all the stress and the bickering? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a friend ever (secretly) divulged a dream they've held on to after years of regrets?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want to feel hopeful again - without cosmetic surgery, changing jobs or moving to a new city? Without spending thousands on a new wardrobe or renovated kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If all you had to do to change your life was have &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/pagec.php?section=celebration&amp;amp;name=about"&gt;a digital artist&lt;/a&gt; play with your photos until you have a brand new past, present and future, would you do it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure. Why not? You'd never believe how Eveline and Ilse finally called a truce after receiving this Mother's Day photomontage! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8DAjpqo0YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jIrfz-oulkM/s1600-h/Eveline+B_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170344090933973378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8DAjpqo0YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jIrfz-oulkM/s320/Eveline+B_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8DBxJqo0aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tmdOMK3qLNs/s1600-h/Eveline+B_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170345422373835170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8DBxJqo0aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tmdOMK3qLNs/s400/Eveline+B_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/R8DBdpqo0ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pO0_kdNSGf4/s1600-h/Eveline+B_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335467/life-tired-and-drab-hire-dreamscaper.html" title="Make Dreams Come True with Custom Photomontage" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.artforyoursake.com" title="Make Dreams Come True with Custom Photomontage" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=1758518358665023822" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/1758518358665023822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/1758518358665023822" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/1758518358665023822" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-tired-and-drab-hire-dreamscaper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-376063728851708655</id><published>2007-05-20T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:55:20.618-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="combine your photos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom photomontage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photographer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personalized photo collage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom photo collage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a real artist" /><title type="text">Hire a Real Artist to Make Your Custom Photo Collage Gift</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066776765385361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RlDOn4j_SHI/AAAAAAAAACs/ORe7R_hIERc/s320/Dickerson+dreamscape_low+res.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Eleven photos from Curtis's family collaged together by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;digital &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;artist &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/"&gt;Nancy Gershman &lt;/a&gt;and then set against a brand new sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When it comes to custom photo collage, have you noticed how many web-based graphic services are out there advertising "personalized collage art"? Look closer and you’ll see that what they’re actually promising are art effects, not art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designers employed by graphic services are professionals who are paid to offer off-the-shelf effects with photo collage or mosaic-making software. Do you want "instant" Andy Warhol? A stock photo background you've seen in somebody's ad or on somebody's coffee mug? Or do you want original artwork for the same amount of money that's custom made for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Employees are not paid to be artists, or to think freely, out of the box. That's why you want to find a real artist to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;critically select photographs on the basis of quality, not quantity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;extract elements, re-juxtaposing them for aesthetic/conceptual reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;give special thought to hierarchies of lighting and scale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;search for fresh images for geographical/historical accuracy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inject meaningfulness and a goal into the artistic composition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Looking for the Artist Who Does Art For Your Sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, let's say you need to make a gift of custom photo collage art expressly composed from your personal photos. You really have only one option. If you go to a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;raphic service company, they'll take your order, as long as it’s listed in their website drop-down menu of special effects. If you go to a real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;artist who does art for art sake, they're going to be free thinkers who, in the end, want you to just leave them alone so they can create their art, at your expense, and at their own speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But if you're lucky enough to find a &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/"&gt;digital artist who takes commissions&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who does &lt;em&gt;art for your sake, &lt;/em&gt;you're in business! She'll&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ask you questions that go above and beyond the call of duty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there a special message you want to convey? Or a take-away impression you want to leave with the person you're making it for? Should the collage concentrate on the past, present or future, or all three? What about adding some wishful reality to the piece, creating a landscape that’s rich in meaning? Do I have permission to look for a better backdrop that would make your images really pop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist who creates custom artwork &lt;em&gt;for your sake&lt;/em&gt; is serious about the images she selects and combines for you, because she is always raising the bar for herself and the art world. Commissioning an artist specializing in custom photo collage to make you a personalized photo collage portrait or custom photo gift is kind of like hiring a world class artist, photographer, curator and confidante, rolled into one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Cost of Commissioning a Custom Photo Collage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question is, are you ready for custom artwork? Are you about to order a personalized collage gift, like a portrait or a popout made from your photos? It might cost a touch more, but if you find an artist with her own studio, don't be afraid to ask if you can pay in installments. When it comes to personalized digital photomontage, my advice is to always &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/bringoutthestory.html"&gt;hire an artist&lt;/a&gt; who 1) has a considerable portfolio in the medium and 2) who takes the time to look at your photos and talk with you ... before you take out your credit card. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335468/wanted-real-artist-for-custom-photo.html" title="Hire a Real Artist to Make Your Custom Photo Collage Gift" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/bringoutthestory.html" title="Hire a Real Artist to Make Your Custom Photo Collage Gift" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=376063728851708655" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/376063728851708655/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/376063728851708655" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/376063728851708655" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/05/wanted-real-artist-for-custom-photo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-7031174408634896378</id><published>2007-05-20T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:07:28.716-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grieving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artistic memorial gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personalized healing artwork" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depressed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom sympathy gift" /><title type="text">Custom Photo Collage as a Tasteful Sympathy Gift</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066748324111927378" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RlC0wYj_SFI/AAAAAAAAACc/APLHgrHnhFo/s320/Carly_collage_72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A photocollage of Carly employing wishful reality&lt;br /&gt;to give the illusion that she accomplished everything&lt;br /&gt;she sought to achieve in acting and fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you give a grieving friend or relative who doesn't seem to be springing back from their loss? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alone with their thoughts inbetween your visits and phone calls, depressed individuals are asking themselves heart-wrenching questions like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What’s there to live for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why am I still alive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For someone who hurts physically, mentally and spiritually, you need a sympathy gift that's more than a gesture. You need a gift that speaks to the unhappy person in your absence, nudging them back into the world of the living by stimulating their imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a word: wishful reality through therapeutic photomontage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This unique art form nurtures wellness through idealization. The photomontage artist listens to the stories behind your photos and then creates a work of art that acts like a soothing dream. Fabricated from personal photos and the artist's own photography, the resulting artwork is nothing less than transformational. Everything in the final print looks completely real as if all the objects, people and places in the picture were there from the very beginning … only they’ve been deliberately put there by the artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to evoke new memories, rather than stir up longing and regrets, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to give an alternate ending to the past, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to create the illusion of completion or closure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where does one find a collage artist to make personalized healing artwork? So-called personalized sympathy gifts abound, but most are off-the-shelf items that offer engraving of initials or a place to slip in a photo. But for someone who is greatly pained by looking at the photo of a deceased loved one, this really isn't the best option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But … if you are lucky enough to find a site dedicated to healing artwork or custom memorials, your best bet is checking if there are healing artists mentioned on their Resources or Links pages. One such resource - &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;Art For Your Sake&lt;/a&gt; - is the studio that comes up the most often when you search with the keywords &lt;em&gt;custom sympathy gift&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;personalized memorial gift&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;artistic memorial portrait&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With such a meaningful gift in hand, your thoughtfulness will work wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335469/what-do-you-bring-besides-flowers.html" title="Custom Photo Collage as a Tasteful Sympathy Gift" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.artforyoursake.com" title="Custom Photo Collage as a Tasteful Sympathy Gift" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=7031174408634896378" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/7031174408634896378/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/7031174408634896378" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/7031174408634896378" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-do-you-bring-besides-flowers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-6867501196928091368</id><published>2007-03-08T13:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:35:43.236-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo collage gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother's Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoptive mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrapbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photomontage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biological daughter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic adoption" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biological mom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birth parents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foreign adoption" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birth mom" /><title type="text">A Photo Collage Gift for Your Adoptive Mom</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039653312405685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RfBx_IUPxHI/AAAAAAAAABs/FDQ-05n1Dn4/s320/stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A healing dreamscape featuring Liz’s biological mother (upper right)&lt;br /&gt;and her adoptive parents (in hanging frame). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/RfBraIUPxFI/AAAAAAAAABc/c2DSsh3oZEs/s1600-h/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this belief. When adopted kids are all grown-up with kids of their own, I believe true maturity blossoms - maturity that allows them to finally put their teenage angst and abandonment issues behind them and see their adoptive mom for who she really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, the p.c. thing is for adoptive moms to present their child with a scrapbook about their adoption when the child is deemed "ready" (something that's occurring at an ever more tender age.) I propose doing it the other way around: have the adult daughter or son give their adopted mom a scrapbook &lt;em&gt;tracing their mother's love&lt;/em&gt;. I think they should give it to her on Mother's Day, when they've already been a parent themselves for a couple of years and know what it means to bond with your child before they're even born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece showed many things they had in common, down to the way they wore their hair, and the many ways Celtic and Polish heritage flowed through both of them, either by birth or marriage. The photomontage also paid its respects to the parents who raised Liz. Their portrait hangs from a little peg in the 19th century Polish kitchen that graces the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many times I have said to myself since making that dreamscape, maybe one day Liz will make her adoptive mom a present as well. Really, the photomontage is seen only through the lense of Liz's biological mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I a good parent? Does she know how much I love her?&lt;br /&gt;Am I putting up with her nonsense because I’m scared of what she’s really&lt;br /&gt;feeling? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see where I'm going with all this. This scrapbook would celebrate all the sacrifices your adoptive mom made to find you, the love of their life. Just through the process of making the scrapbook, you'd discover what a hero she really is. And writing little comments to Mom throughout the scrapbook gives you a chance to really pour out your feelings: honest, unadulterated feelings maybe you never gave expression to before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because you 'd be yourself, she could be herself too. Think about the conversations you'd have after she's read your scrapbook cover to cover ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Mom a Hero's Scrapbook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's how I would get started on this Adoptive Mother's Day gift:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interview your mom about your adoption and the journey to find you. Type while she's talking or turn on a digital tape recorder. Use photographs to help jog her memory. Ask her how she felt, how she fought for you, and where she got the courage to do the things she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Collect the photos the agency or orphanage clipped to your file from the very beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grab any maps to these faraway places. Identify with arrows exactly where she found you. Embellish the page with her plane tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a copy of every form Mom personally filled out and tear out the portions where you see her handwriting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Find the first photos where she holds you in her arms, as well as the best pictures of the two of you at every point in your life up till now. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nlist a &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/aboutnancy.html"&gt;digital artist&lt;/a&gt; to make a free flowing photomontage that incorporates all these photos into a single journey, or &lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/healingdreamscapes.html"&gt;dreamscape&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, you may have concerns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: What if I don't have a great photograph of the two of us together at that point in time?&lt;br /&gt;A: A really good digital artist can take entirely different photos and seamlessly combine them as if everybody was already there and somebody snapped the picture!&lt;br /&gt;Q: What if I can’t find any pictures of Mom at the orphanage in China or Russia?&lt;br /&gt;A: With amazing picture-sharing sites like Flickr and WebShots, a digital artist can track down photographs from the most obscure spots in the world, and ask permission from the photographer to use them in your photo collage for a small fee, or no fee at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise that as you go through the process of tracing your mother’s love, you will become both family historian and guardian angel. When you present your scrapbook on Mother’s Day, you’re going to walk on water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, you always did, and always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335470/mothers-day-gift-adopted-children-cant.html" title="A Photo Collage Gift for Your Adoptive Mom" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=6867501196928091368" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/6867501196928091368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/6867501196928091368" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/6867501196928091368" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/03/mothers-day-gift-adopted-children-cant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-2237156967906558281</id><published>2007-03-05T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:45:02.086-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality changes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing photo collage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="digital photomontage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="therapeutic photomontage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memorials" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dying" /><title type="text">Death Bed Refresh</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038653785557725858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/Rezk7ApYcqI/AAAAAAAAABU/pqVxUI9n43E/s320/stage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Four pictures of Lyuba plus one chimpanzee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;collaged together in an apple orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can love a person to their last dying day, and still not want to remember a thing about their dying. That's normal. It's also a fact that we have little control over memory. The shock of watching a person leave this world for the next seems to engrave itself on our very subconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I started to work with a family where the grandmother was beginning a steady physical decline: portly in her 60s, 70s and 80s she was now sunken and frail. Yet even before this physical decline, Lyuba’s family saw a creeping negativity begin to color her features and knit her brows. “I’m not an idiot,” she’d say. “I know what you’re up to.” If Lyuba was in slightly better spirits, she’d call her daughter-in-law a Petty Sadist, or an “Artistka” (as in con artist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a pediatrician who loved castor oil and the miracle cures in her Russian language health magazine, Lyuba now was a guarded patient who wouldn’t take her medicine. Why should she? She had seniority over most of her doctors. Of course, she knew better how her body would process the dose ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week of Lyuba’s life, when low caloric intake reduced her body to sinew, her grandson came to say goodbye. To make a record of her life, he took photos of everything in her apartment. The very last picture he took of his grandmother was from her bedroom doorway. What you see is a kind of tent: someone in bed with their knees pulled up under the sheets. Behind the knees to the right is Lyuba’s face tilted upwards, her mouth open in a dark, shapeless maw. Two days later when the phone call came, Lyuba’s 56 year old son came to supervise the ambulance attendant and give comfort to the caregiver. What his son recorded on film is more or less what he saw too in those early morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone paid their respects and the family cleaned out Lyuba’s apartment, the number of Lyuba photographs in his possession rose dramatically. Yet however much he tried, that last dying day became the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; picture of her he could keep in his mind’s eye. He'd try to refresh the picture, but the photos kept reflecting back the same image … something straight out of Munch’s “The Scream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time, his wife tried re-framing the photos and putting them in contemporary frames: Lyuba as an army nurse, Lyuba on cross country skis, Lyuba on the floor playing with her grandson (the one who would come to take her death bed picture). But the attempt at making the Lyuba Photos look like antique accessories was still misfiring. Now the son couldn't get Lyuba’s last dying &lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt; out of his mind, and was beginning to feel guilty about it. Why was this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling in Love With Multiple Personalities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remember Lyuba as a more integrated personality, we decided to co-create a “new and improved” Lyuba. Using the medium of digital photomontage, we'd contain all her former selves in one location! For this I needed all the photos of Lyuba at a certain age (in her 70s and 80s) when she was most likely to be wearing a favorite green pantsuit – a polyester number worn with the same white blouse. We ended up with four full body photos of Lyuba in her green pantsuit: two of Lyuba picking apples in Indiana; one of Lyuba biting her lip as she stands – a bit out of sorts - on a foreign street and another of Lyuba resting her head on her son’s shoulder at her 75th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most intriguing part of the photomontage is seeing that Indiana orchard populated with four Lyubas, loving one another in a sisterly, motherly or childlike way. The multiplicity effect is nothing short of stunning because it proves that the root of Lyuba’s more negative, cynical self - and her more naïve, trusting self – no doubt existed some time before her dying days. Ultimately, you can’t help but fall in love with all her multiple personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once sighed how she wished she could capture how funny her mother really was and how much they made each other laugh. Part of what was so sad about her mother’s death at 62 was how close they had become just in the last few years. Now every time she thought of her mother, Marlene couldn’t conjure up the vivacious, funny woman she remembered. She could only see the more recent image of her mother emaciated from cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s as if time collapses,” Marlene would tell me. “Like one of those timelines of earth’s history you see in text books – a yardstick long. Here are these different developments – and then there’s mankind, and it’s infinitesimal!” For Marlene and for many of us, all we ever want is a way to magnify those tiny little ticks on the yardstick we call Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask: why in that apple orchard did I decide to drape Lyuba’s arm around a chimpanzee instead of her own son? Here is my answer: magic in symbolism. The year in which Lyuba died was The Year of the Monkey. Tradition has it that monkeys possess the complete opposite extremes of character: foolishness and accountability. “It is because monkeys are most similar to human beings … reflections of man as represented in animal form,'' explains Lee Tae-hee, researcher at the National Folk Museum of Korea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By making Lyuba’s object of affection a monkey– I am creating a piece of artwork that begs for interpretation. Is Lyuba nurturing those two extreme qualities of foolishness and accountability in herself? Is she deriving sustenance from the chimp, and that’s why she appears in all those incarnations, full of purpose and pep? In therapeutic photomontage, there is a time to keep family in and a time to keep family out, depending on who’s the patient. In this story, it was important to take Lyuba’s multiple selves out on a class outing … and leave the family at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335471/death-bed-refresh-you-can-love-person.html" title="Death Bed Refresh" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.endoflifeinspirations.com/chrysalis_room.htm" title="Death Bed Refresh" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=2237156967906558281" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/2237156967906558281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/2237156967906558281" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/2237156967906558281" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/03/death-bed-refresh-you-can-love-person.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37009901.post-4031390693603495152</id><published>2007-02-28T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:46:35.160-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="combine photos into art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personalized bereavement gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom photo gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depressed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sympathy gift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="custom collage portrait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artistic photo gift" /><title type="text">A Sympathy Gift for the Grief Stricken</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.artforyoursake.com/healing.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038565685741306514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SpZmm3-guY4/ReyUy7QVQpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qLu_sLAlDkk/s320/Knight+Victoria_092906_6x9+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of Lindsay and her niece photo collaged with two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chocolate kisses, with everything set against a graffiti wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom died, grief grabbed me so tightly I could barely breathe. It wouldn’t have mattered whether I had dreamt the exact hour and minute she would pass away, or if we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/CELEBRATION/HOLIDAY/portraits/Eveline%20B/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fought like cats and dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the night before. The next day was a black day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been unable to move past my sadness, I probably would have turned to secular or faith-based bereavement programs. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Time healed me. But 25% of people’s hearts live “in a place whose size is zero,” (a line borrowed from my wise old son, Sam). These are human beings who don’t have the energy to seek out new objects of affection. They live inside their heads, poring over the same photographs, allowing happy memories and catastrophe scenarios to fight for the same airtime. Outside, the real world looms, an unholy place filled with happiness and irony. In a word, they’re Profoundly Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to some of us, all that melancholy comes off looking almost martyr-ish. Wouldn’t they be happier if they just packed away the triggers that make them sad? Or is there something else we could be doing with those photographs to make them smile more and ache less? Something life-changing that when they see it, they’ll burst out crying - only not tears of sadness, but tears of joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, and it’s called therapeutic photomontage: a custom portrait of the departed composed from multiple, superimposed photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreaming Their Way Back to Happiness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Profoundly Depressed want nothing better than to wake up from their nightmare. So it’s no leap of faith for them to embrace a wishful reality where salvation is almost palpable. No other medium has this uncanny ability to make a believer out of those in quiet despair than digital photomontage. Playing with the people, objects and landscapes in a personal photograph, a digital artist attuned to healing can create an entirely custom made reality, layering different elements into a single photograph until it feels like a snapshot from a dream ... and not a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone who's profoundly depressed, here's what you can suggest. Say you found an artist who's helping you make a &lt;em&gt;healing dreamscape&lt;/em&gt; about Aunt Myra. (As if it's already in the works.) Tell her it’ll contain everything she loves about Aunt Myra, and will show it in a completely magical way. Ask for favorite photographs of Myra, but also ask Myra's friends, family members and caregivers for photographs so you can have yet another perspective. Narrow down to candid photos where everybody's expression feels authentic – in other words, no forced smiles or awkward poses. Don’t worry if there aren’t any good photographs of Myra with, let's say, her husband or her favorite poodle. A good digital artist can extract Uncle Sid and the poodle from other photos, and then expertly reorient Sid and the poodle to look as if they're engaging with Myra right there in the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You remember when I said “a digital artist attuned to healing”? These sought after artists specialize in art for &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; sake. What this means is that your insights and their intuition greatly affect the piece you co-create together. That's why you don't want to spare a single detail. Tell them the back story on every photograph, but also about the Black Day itself, and ghostly visitations, too (anecdotes provide strong visuals). You see, everything is relevant when it concerns the sad person’s state of mind before and after the loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the therapeutic photomontage, the more depth of field there is, the truer the shadows and the more realistic an object’s scale, the more believable it is as wishful reality. The idea is to make the &lt;em&gt;healing dreamscape&lt;/em&gt; as ripe for interpretation as possible. Allowing the Profoundly Deoressed to make as many free associations as they want is an integral part of the therapeutic process. It lets them actually see a new beginning … or even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/HEALING/portraits/Anne%20H/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an alternate ending to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ideally, the &lt;em&gt;dreamscape&lt;/em&gt; holds everything and anything. It's a place of comfort, and also of safety. The God-Fearing are likely to feel less oppressed as they realize they’re not inherently unlucky or a target, and that the Black Day was merely a random act. In a similar vein, the God-less begin to look at their lives more philosophically, less judgmentally and richer in meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By definition, everything in a &lt;em&gt;dreamscape&lt;/em&gt; holds meaning, and this is no accident. A sensitive artist deliberately puts them in to draw out the Profoundly Depressed in an imaginative way. That’s why they often add unique objects which evoke specific memories and feelings – say, a spinning apple, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforyoursake.com/HEALING/portraits/Simon%20S/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a runner's bib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a cascade of rose petals – if the interpretation invites playfulness and not a feeling of dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By revealing hidden messages, the dreamscape appears to talk to the Profoundly Sad, while also giving them someone to talk to. It erases that sinking feeling we've all felt at one time or another when we got separated from Mom in the department store: &lt;em&gt;Hey, you left me behind&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ArtForYourSake/~3/152335472/sympathy-gift-for-profoundly-sad-when.html" title="A Sympathy Gift for the Grief Stricken" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37009901&amp;postID=4031390693603495152" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/feeds/4031390693603495152/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/4031390693603495152" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37009901/posts/default/4031390693603495152" /><author><name>Art For Your Sake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17868509572397059812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://artforyoursake.blogspot.com/2007/02/sympathy-gift-for-profoundly-sad-when.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
