The story of Little Briar Rose (aka Sleeping Beauty) is representative of the change in seasons. In many of the familiar tales, a king invites fairies to the celebration of the birth of his daughter; however, he neglects to invite one fairy, who feeling slighted, becomes enraged at the king’s disregard and curses the young maiden to death. To prevent the tragic end of the child, the other fairies change the curse so that instead of death, she will only be in a deep sleep.
Most modern tales talk of 8 fairies—7 good and 1 bad. However, older tales list 13 fairies total. The idea of 13 fairies comes from the cycles of the moon, which is a representation of goddess worship. The Briar Rose, or the Sleeping Beauty herself, is a representation of spring, while the 13th fairy (the wicked one) is her counterpart, winter. Prince Charming’s kiss is much akin to the sun and its warming presence upon the earth, awakening the seeds and dormant vegetation.
And on her lover’s arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold;
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
Across the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day,
The happy princess followed him.
“I ’d sleep another hundred years,
O love, for such another kiss;”
“O wake forever, love,” she hears,
“O love, ’t was such as this and this.”
And o’er them many a sliding star,
And many a merry wind was borne,
And, streamed through many a golden bar,
The twilight melted into morn.
“O eyes long laid in happy sleep!”
“O happy sleep that lightly fled!”
“O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!”
“O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!”
And o’er them many a flowing range
Of vapor buoyed the crescent bark;
And, rapt thro’ many a rosy change,
The twilight died into the dark.
“A hundred summers! can it be?
And whither goest thou, tell me where?”
“O, seek my father’s court with me,
For there are greater wonders there.”
And o’er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro’ all the world she followed him.”
~ The Sleeping Beauty, Lord Alfred Tennyson
Recently, I decided to create a local photography group for female models, MUAHs, photographers, and designers. This decision came after seeing, as a former model and current photographer, numerous incidents of sexual harassment in local photography communities. While I know there are reputable, professional male photographers, what I've often observed is a lack of standing up for female models when they are harassed, as the "boys club" doesn't want to make waves. (As I can already hear the critics, I'm referencing incidents with screenshots/video, where there is irrefutable evidence of sexual harassment and well documented online conversations within these communities about these abusive creeps behaving unprofessionally.)
In a former life, I was a tsunami when I saw someone being harassed or bullied (regardless of their sex or gender). However, after being in a relationship with an abusive narcissist, that part of me was slowly chipped away. I excused inexcusable behavior and walked on eggshells for years. The worst of it, was the person I became from his abuse, as it brought out an ugliness in me. Now that I'm free from his hurt, and myself again, I cannot go back to being silent.
Unfortunately, there will always be that "guy with a camera" (gwac), as well as folks who rather stand with the bully than with the bullied (enablers). For many, it's not in their character to break from the herd and stand defiantly against the predator. But it's in mine. Prior to meeting my narcissist, all 5'4" of my tiny being fought back, mentally, physically, emotionally--whatever it took. Well, that girl never left, and I'm happy to embrace her spirit again.
These images are from the first Camera Goddesses Meetup that we held in Raleigh, North Carolina. As I organize these, I hope that it becomes an empowering movement for women to not only learn more as photographers and artists, but also build each other up. In a field that is historically male-dominated, women have had to consistently prove they can "hang with the boys". It's frustrating that by simply having different chromosomes, we have to constantly fight for respect. It's especially irritating when the gwac's are given more respect than amazing female photographers. In spite of this, these women refuse to stop doing what they love.
“I have always sensed that women artists have to prove themselves exceptional in order to get their foot in the door...whereas many, many mediocre men artists easily get by.” – Cindy Sherman
I refuse to stop too.
In 8th grade, I was sexually harassed and horribly bullied by a male classmate. Once, before my art class, as I placed the finishing touches on my homework he slammed into me, causing my pen to fly across the paper, ruining my drawing. Cackling wildly at me, he revealed in how I "wasn't a good artist" and "everyone would see it now". Without even flinching, I picked my pen back up and continued drawing off the stray lines, creating a new sketch. He stood there speechless.
I want them speechless. Not because I tell them off, they don't listen as it isn't a skill of theirs. No, I want them dumbstruck because of what I make, even when they think they've drug me down. This is the challenge--rising up (ok, maybe you need to tell them where to go too, sometimes it's just good to let it out!).
If you're not producing your art, the abusers, the bullies, the gwacs, and the enablers are winning.
So we create... It's therapeutic too!