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Elizabeth Taylor Frandsen Photography

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Who I am in March 2011.... April is coming..

Truth Be Told...Distorted Perception Happens..... Sorry folks...it does

quote by: Mark D. Chamberlain

I have been a victim, and I have been guilty too.
However, I have been healed of this distorted perception as I looked into my own life 
and watch out for situations where I could fail.


my business: my own faults

Hitting the pavement

Hitting the pavement on Monday is a completely different feeling than hitting the pavement on a saturday or friday...why is that so?

message: here

Have a good Monday but choosing to make it great!

Grief and Time

I was in the Victoria and Albert museum in London, I saw a card it read: Time and Tide wait for no man.

I bought the card and still have it.

I always believed it.

I think about Japan daily.

In certain areas there are not enough alive to even take care of the died.

And the grief they experiences bares down upon my mind...but they are thoughts.

 I feel the emotion of grief and have shed tears as I watched

the footage of what they are dealing with.

and my thoughts change... Grief is so powerful it has the illusion that one's life actually does stand still,  while all of us go on in our lives, 

while there are those that weep in the rubble for those that passed on

including those that are yet to be found.

And as we deal with the deal with grief, we still have to battle the illusion that time does not stand still.


it was said once.... or twice....or repeatedly by those that have embarked on the thought of time.

To realize the value of one year, ask a student who failed a grade,

To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby,

To realize the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper

To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet

To realize the value of one minute, ask a person who missed a train

To realize the value of one second, ask a person who just avoided an accident

To realize the value of one milisecond, ask the person who won a silver medal in the olympics

Treasure every moment you have, whether its frozen you in your grief or expanded your experiences.

When we Draft Bylaws for ourselves...

The Lord accepts our humble offerings but almost always has a better way:

March Visiting Teaching Message here:

Why the move

Some of you may know that I spent 18 months

of my life living in Arizona as a missionary,

Sharing a message that brought me complete

happiness.

I returned home to Ogden, my home town, 

and enrolled back in school and was accepted 

into the BFA program at WSU.

I fell in love with art again and again.

my emphasis is printmaking.

I was able to visit Arizona almost every ten weeks for 

the past 3.5 years. 

Whether it was

 a long distance relationship, 

a wedding of a convert,

visiting people I taught.

flying there & road tripping to 

Rocky Point, Mexico.

a spring break 

a vacation to H&M

or a simple family photo shoot.

I loved loved loved loved

every visit and imagined 

ways and reasons for me to live 

in arizona again.

As I have studied and researched possible programs

to pursue a Masters two schools 

surfaced: ASU and UMFA.

It seems as I prepared to head to the east coast,

I remained open for anything.

I love art, because everything else I love can be rolled

into art. But I also feel that art can be rolled into

everything else I love.

So with graduation coming in April, the doors kind of open.

The phone rang on a monday, the first week in 

January, with an invitation to come to arizona, 

for an experience of a lifetime, and it

just made sense to pursue it.

But i thought about it for a week or so, I weighed out 

some pros and cons...

It just seems to be the right thing for me to do

right now in my life.

I don't know exactly everything... but I know enough to trust the unknown.

The photo above is the backyard to where I will be living for a couple years.

what is essential, is not visible to the eye. Then why, often times, do we pursue what we consider essential, with our eyes....

Favorite past time... "kicking it with myself"

Wise words that changed my life.

When I returned home from my mission, I struggled to know what to major in..

I seemed to love so many different things. 

Religion

Art

Creating things

Politics

English

Love...

I prayed about it... but more often than not,,, i thought about it..

I had just finished an internship at the State Capitol.

I turned to the Ensign for answers, and 

not to my surprise, behold:

words of a prophet

found here.

When I think about changes, I'm comfortable,

 Amongst the choices

 this "gem" I read, always anchors me.

I pay it forward to you..

Walking on the other side,
its my mother's side

of me.

And passing all the photographs

of my lifeless past

you'll see

I'm troubled by double meanings,

but do they mean much to you?

And I'm done with these half cut

dealings,

like with everything else

you never see it through.


Was it wrong? Was it right?

Does it matter?

Does it count if we found what none of

us were after?

No
Raindrops are dropping on me like your heart in the coulds above me, but one day they'll drift right away, I never wanted that rain to stop the sun you loved.
I always knew it was the sun you loved.

Local Natives | Who Knows Who Cares | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

i've been going down
down into the river baby
listen to the sound
it's something only god knows
you figure it out, i can't stay
water's in the clouds
is my life about to change?
who knows, who cares

so we took a van down to colorado
where we ran into the dead
i took you by the hand
know that even with your doubts, it's ok
take into account that it's not about to change
who knows, who cares

you could let it down
jump into the river baby
easy as it sounds
it's never quite as easily done
the current has us now, it's ok
take into account that it's all about to change
who knows, who cares

no one's been there
but i don't care
i know all have been there
i don't care
i know 

Cure Cancer

 I like too many things

and I don't know how to handle it. Or it is only just now,

I'm beginning to figure out the strength of this....but its been an  irregular road for me...


at least in my mind...

i carry multiple notebooks with me for

all the different subjects...

Artist lectures, religion courses

documentary films,

everyday thoughts,

church, scripture journal,

class notebooks

I take notes and feel impressed by many things..

the crazy stuff my teachers say and what my fellow students respond to

under their breath...

I'm guilty of even taking notes while watching television

.its overwhelming how spongely I feel sometimes...


yes....figurately, spiritually and even physically.


but sometimes it takes me awhile to review the words

i chose to record.

and sometimes I dont even revisit what I wrote..and that is where I feel bad..

Most of my records are for me and yet open and honest enough for anyone else to read and respond...if they do dare.

Is this process okay?

Secondly, mediums are becoming more of tools and vehicles for me..

The pen, the color of ink, paint and camera... my voice....interactions.


outside of the Fine Art Degree...


I feel like I am letting the world down when I can't tell a client

"Photography is my passion, I can't sleep at night, because it's all I think about, and when I sleep, I dream about it too, and when I wake up I eat it for breakfast."

I'm sorry.


but I'm sorry only a little bit..

When I hiked the Inca Trail in Peru, I began to feel bad for lugging around this photo gear, while the local men passed me on the trail, their backs were curved, they carried our tents and our propane tanks, with Cocoa leaves in their mouth to give them energy, while the people in the villages use it to supress the hungry, besides poverty is a reality to them.

Something happened on the Inca Trail... I remembered why I even bought the camera..

I wanted to connect with you visually. I want to know you and I want to know you through the experience we have as I take your photo. I want your friendship, I want to know you... which adds irony to this complex.... because the end result is a 2 dimenisional flat surface...a simple image... But as an artist.... the connect made remains... and the relationship grows. It happened when I was 11 and I used my dad's SLR to photograph my one year old brother...and I have been composition building ever since... ( I experienced this as I was a model @ school for a fellow friend/photographer working on her seminar piece. We met at my studio/warehouse and discussed her work, which included dreams....this shoot, my dreams...which of late, have been about me dying and others, trying to bring Josh back alive through my dreams....and going to sleep for that sole purpose....it worked for the first little while).

But if the best way to get to know you was a lunch date or a late night in the printmaking lab..or at church...so be it...

I am beginning to feel that I want my medium to cure the questions I have.... so this is less client based, which means I'll take your photos and you can take me to lunch....It will remain a vehicle to build memories, but it won't be the only vehicle.... and I won't lose sleep over it either.

Personally, owning and operating a camera has yet to cure cancer... You know how I figured this out... I got cancer... and I never knew it existed as cancer.

In 2006, The first Indain Summer i experienced on my mission in Arizona, I grew what I thought was a zit, which settled into a wart.. I left it there, on my nose...for years...

and then I started photo shopping it out......and I didn't notice it in my life in photos....Then @ the end of January, I scheduled an appt to get it removed.....

and there in the Dr. office I learned it was not a wart but cancer....

Speaking of cancer, I have encountered people judging me for using the medium of hair in my thesis project. As I have been collecting scraps and ponytails.... They reply to me in disguist, they cannot gather the guts to donate hair for art, but to the Locks of Love society....

News Flash

 donating hair to cancer doesnt cure cancer...side note... all healthy hair in the according lengths will be donated to cancer...for wigs...for those strong survivors..whom I admire and commemorate their lives by donating and do my part to help other survive in different ways.



It was actually a botany class that inspired me to think about the cures for cancer...and the progression therein is breath taking.... more breath taking then all the things on my bucket list...excluding motherhood.


anyways.... happy Sabbath.....Be true...Be you. The best you.

Please come play with me this summer!

I walk around with this overwhelming gratitude in my mind and heart... its for my family.....

Their compassion consumes my small mind... They do so much for me!

and I loved them before I even  grew in this gratitude.