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Photography by Annie: Claire St. Marie

8/19/2018

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Photography, Styling, Editing: Annie Meitchik @anniemeitchik

Model: Claire St. Marie @clairestem

Clothing: @freepeople, @urbanoutfitters, @asos

Nikon D3200, 50mm

© Annie Fay Meitchik. All Rights Reserved. All content on anniefay.com is my own or credit is given when applicable, please do not use any of my images before contacting me above or @ anniefaymeitchik@gmail.com.

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Butterfly

7/22/2018

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Background:

In April of 2017, I shared a series of paintings titled "Chrysalis."

Today I am sharing 6 new installments as part of a second phase of this collection titled "Butterfly."

Updated Artist Statement:

'Butterfly' continues to illuminate the beauty in transformation. While ‘Chrysalis’ illustrated the vitality involved in periods of change, 'Butterfly' depicts the vibrancy and liveliness of embracing that change. Just as caterpillars go through a metamorphosis to become butterflies, humans can take steps to become the greatest versions of themselves. Society rewards transformations which yield success; yet the process involved to get to that point is often unknown.

Rendered using gouache, layers of transparent and opaque paint reveal representational stages of growth. The prominence of black leading lines allude to the innumerable paths and options everyone can take on their own journey.

‘Chrysalis’ and 'Butterfly' are both about gaining a sense empowerment through embracing adventure.
Everyone’s life is different and there are infinite possibilities to be explored.
Have trust in the process and take steps to grow...

Original Art Work by Annie Meitchik. Gouache, Watercolor Crayons 10x10

Original Art Work by Annie Meitchik. Gouache, Ink 10x10

Original Art Work by Annie Meitchik. Gouache, Watercolor Crayons 10x12

Original Art Work by Annie Meitchik. Gouache 10x10

Original Art Work by Annie Meitchik. Gouache, 10x10

Excited to share that these paintings will be for sale next weekend, July 28th, at the Encinitas Flea Market in collaboration with Art N Soul on 101 Gallery. For more details click here.
Hope to see you there!!

Cheers,
A

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A Poem...

1/7/2018

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The rain started out as merely a drizzle. Like when you eyes water up after a good yawn.

Melancholy the way time can warp relationships. The way the current of passing seconds ticks on and washes away memories and familiarity. I used to see the exact hue of golden green flecks that are in your eyes in glistening leaves and morning grass.

The drizzle welled itself up into a rain. A heavy, steady rain.

I want a man in my life who I can love as passionately and effortlessly as I possibly can. He is tall, with golden curls, eyes as green as a gecko, freckled skin; he is kind, he is passionate. About art, music, writing, reading, loving. He loves me so much. So much that it doesn’t matter if we even talk as long as we can be near each other. We would lay in bed. I would be writing on my computer listening to music out loud, and he would never have to ask what song was playing or which artist was singing because he would already know. Instead of having my legs bent up towards myself, I would extend them out freely over his. He might caress my calf or absentmindedly run his fingers up my thigh. I would glance up at him from time to time to try and catch him absorbed in the book he was reading or just to show myself this magical creature truly exists in my presence...and he is all mine.

Bouquet of marigolds in hand, I walked through the mist in a silence only disturbed by the thud of my black boots hitting the pavement, left foot then right.

We would eat breakfast and talk about plans for the day. Hiking excursions, films, bookstores that smelled so strongly of aged paper it was almost toxic...some days these plans would materialize, but on some of our best days we would climb back into bed and curl up within the comfort of each other’s familiar frames and watch our favorite movies and drink hot chocolate or mint tea with honey and talk about our dreams.

I love the smell of wet asphalt. I love the feeling of the skys tears beading on the bridge of my nose, making my hair dewy like the morning grass.

We’ll forget what time it is when we’re together. We’ll forget what time is. Time will be very jarring when we are apart.

I love that the moon is omnipresent in the sky even when the fog is so bright and white we can’t appreciate it by sight. We can still appreciate it though.

We’ll go out to cafes, to concerts, to parks. He’ll sit patiently beside me when I paint or draw, and he will always be willing (even if he likes to pretend he isn’t) to be my model when I need to exercise my creativity through photography. He will be my best friend, my hero, my confidante. He will be my sun and my moon.

For turning the motions of the oceans and filling the clouds with two parts hydrogen and oxygen. For life.

He will be.

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