I’m adding a new chain of portraits for my 52 project (which I have sorely neglected until I realized time was running out – then again, 25 was much more boring than I would have expected. I’m thinking 26 is going to be a blast. Possibly another year project is in order. I will stick to it this time!). The 52 Project was like a diary for me using self portraits rather than words. With less than a month to go… I have very little to show for it. So now I have begun to take portraits showing who I am rather than what’s going on at the time.
I started this series because animals are a big part of me. I don’t remember a time in my life where there weren’t at least two animals in my house at any given time. Now I own five of my own, which I know sounds ridiculous, trust me. Each one took a piece of me, or had it all along which is why I picked them. So I felt it was fitting to do a portrait with each one, which is something I have never done before, and show what each one’s defining characteristic is to me.
Kisses (c) 2010 A. Fusion
It always starts with Poco… He is the oldest of my animals, weighing in at 8 years old. He’s a Plum Headed Parakeet that talks and will live to the ripe old age of 40. He was the only successfully bred bird for his breed in RI. Poco is my independence. He has always been more than able to take care of himself and has proven it on a few occasions. We have a strong but comfortable bond, one born of compromise, Duck Hunt sprayings when he decided he wanted to be a smart ass, and an easy kind of love. I chose this portrait for him because it was the first thing he learned to do. It’s a bird kiss!
I Ate The Apple (c) 2010 A. Fusion
(Her 1'st portrait was named Eat The Apple)
Who needs a boa? Wear a python, they’re cooler! LOL Pandora is a 3 & ½ year old pastel ball python and has a life span of about 25 years. She is supposed to get to 6ft but i think she'll peak at 5. She is curremtly about 4ft long. Pandora appeals to the fighter in me. When push comes to shove, we are both fighters and won’t give up. This snake has come back from two brushes with death in her short few years of life. The first when she was merely six months old. She stopped eating, got a severe respiratory infection, was given the wrong meds, and came extremely close to death. I was doing injections every two days to her (yea, try that shit with a snake! It was most definitely a two person job!) and had weekly tube feedings of all meat dog food (vet recommended, I’m not psychotic). Finally after 8 months she ate her first mouse and began recovering which took months. She will always be a little stunted but she lived. The second came when she was 2 and broke the ligament attaching her two jaw bones, right where your chin is. When she tried to reset the bone, she pushed it through the skin inside her mouth and speared her tongue, missing her trachea (and a painful death) by mere centimeters. She had to wait through the night to see a herp vet in the morning, who reset her jaw bone. Talk about an animal with a flare for the dramatic!
I’m still working on the rest, but I’ll have the series complete before the dead line of my 52 Project. :)
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