Artist’s statement I got into dance photography about three years ago. Looking back on that first photo shoot with dancer Lizzie Garraway, 13, who is featured as the solo dancer in all of these photographs, we both cringe. We have both improved so much that all we can see in those early photographs are our errors. We’re still improving—as somebody once said (I forget who), “Dancers strive for perfection. Once you’re perfect, why bother dancing?” The same goes for photography. I submitted this portfolio only a month or two ago, and I can already see areas for improvement—Lizzie didn’t wing her foot, or the photo isn’t quite straight, among other things. That said, I’m excited to share these images with you, and I hope you enjoy them. The hardest photo to take was “Heart but Apart,” because of two elements: first, there are two dancers, and second, they are both jumping. It’s difficult for two dancers to be perfectly coordinated. On the rare occasion that it did happen, usually at least one of them wasn’t satisfied with their jump. This photo must have taken at least twenty jumps! Also, I post-edited it a bit—it was taken in low light and my camera isn’t amazing, so I just brightened the colors a little and added some vignette. The easiest photo to take was probably “Love.” I saw this mural and thought it would be a great location for dance photography. The more I take photos, the more I notice locations and think, “Hey, this would be a great background!” Even if you think there are no good locations for photography near you, trust me, there are. Anyway, it took us a few tries to get the pose right but once we had that down, it took only seconds to get a shot we both liked. Things you want to keep in mind for dance photography include: location, model, pose, wardrobe, lighting, and angles. Usually, the dancer should be wearing bright, colorful and tight-fitting clothes, unless you’re going for a specific theme. A flowy dress could work as long as you consider how that will affect the dancer’s lines and mobility. If you’ve never tried dance photography—give it a chance! You might enjoy it. Also, most people are flattered if you want to take photos of them—I was nervous asking Lizzie and her sister Ana, 15, (who is featured in “Heart but Apart”) for the first time even though we’re good friends. Luckily, they agreed, and we’ve had so much fun ever since—even when the photos didn’t turn out! Sunset Silhouette Stag on the Skyline Firebird Love . . . Heart but Apart Sage Millen, 12 Vancouver, Canada
March 2021
The Flowers That Live Forever
Olivia Judertt is determined to bring color to her gloomy, gray town A young girl walked through the gloomy roads of Brickville. As she walked, some rain began to fall. Huh, the girl, whose name was Olivia Judertt, thought. What perfect rain for flowers. Olivia loved her town, but it had no real color. She also didn’t like the fact that the town had no flowers. Olivia hated gloomy and gray things. She was very fond of flowers and color. Olivia loved coloring more than sketching, and she would rather get a colorful paint set than a phone as a gift. Her room was painted rainbow, and the first time you set eyes on it, you had to shield your eyes: the colors clashed together so much and it was too bright. So when she noticed that the town was missing color and flowers, her two favorite things, she decided to change that. One day she hopped into the kitchen with a new idea forming in her mind. “Mom, Dad!” she exclaimed. “I would like to plant some flowers in our backyard!” Mrs. and Mr. Judertt laughed uneasily. “Oh, silly girl,” they said. “The soil in our backyard isn’t nice enough for some pretty flowers. Besides, the weather here is very foggy, and flowers need plenty of sun.” Stubborn Olivia refused to give up. She emptied her piggy bank and walked to the closest flower shop. Olivia looked around the flower shop. Lots of colorless, grown flowers covered one side while seeds were stacked on top of each other on the other. She walked around, trying to pick out the just-right flowers. All the flowers there were expensive and not very colorful. “This is hopeless,” Olivia grumbled after half an hour of searching for the perfect seeds. Then something caught her eye. On the top shelf at the back of the store, sitting proudly right behind two really ugly flowers, was the most beautiful and colorful flower Olivia had ever seen. Olivia scrambled around for a stool to stand up on. She found one, climbed onto it, reached high, and brought down the flower. “Oh, it’s just a package,” she said to herself. The name on the package really drew her interest, though. It read, “THE FLOWERS THAT LIVE FOREVER.” “That will be perfect!” she exclaimed as she took it off the shelf and brought it to the counter for checkout. Olivia brought the flower package to the checkout center. She waited in line patiently with her heart thumping excitedly in her chest. When it was her turn, she put the package in front of the clerk. The clerk looked at her strangely. “Where’d ya get this package?” he asked. “We don’t have no flowers that live forever. This package right here must be a fake. And where are your parents, kid?” “My parents are at home,” Olivia answered truthfully. “And I insist on having these seeds. I want them no matter what.” The clerk sighed, shaking his head. His red, fluffy beard swayed as his head shook. “Kids these days,” he muttered. Olivia left the flower shop feeling both happy and excited. She had finally bought flowers! This was her big day! But she also felt that something fishy was going on with these flowers. The clerk had said that he’d never seen flowers like those before. He didn’t recognize the flowers either. Whatever, Olivia thought. He probably just doesn’t know the flowers in the store well enough. She raced over to her backyard and planted the flowers, following the instructions on the package. When she’d finished planting, she ran back into the house to get her flower pillow. The pillow used to be gray; now it was rainbow. Olivia had taken out her homemade colorful permanent markers and colored every inch of the pillow to make it as colorful as possible. She had named the pillow Colory. As she started going back outside, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around. It was her mother. “Olivia, honey,” Mrs. Judertt said kindly, “where are you going in such a hurry with Colory?” “I’m going to show Colory the flowers I planted!” Olivia said cheerfully. Mrs. Judertt’s jaw dropped and Mr. Judertt dropped his mug on the floor. As soon as the mug touched the ground, it shattered into a million pieces. “You did what?” Mr. Judertt asked sharply. “I planted flowers!” Olivia said happily. “Lead me to them right away!” he ordered. As he passed Mrs. Judertt, he whispered: “Get me a small knife.” Mrs. Judertt nodded quickly and went into the kitchen. Olivia led her father to where she had planted the flower seeds. In this short amount of time, the flowers had already grown an inch. “These flowers grow pretty quickly,” Mr. Judertt said, trying to sound cheerful. “I know,” Olivia said, nodding and smiling thoughtfully. Mrs. Judertt arrived with something clutched in her hand. She went straight to Mr. Judertt. “We can’t get caught with colorful things!” Mr. Judertt shouted. “We must still keep colorless so no one will think we’re crazy and insulting! “Mommy,” Olivia said curiously, “what’s that in your hand?” “Nothing you need to worry about, sweetie,” Mrs. Judertt said sweetly. She slipped the knife into Mr. Judertt’s hand when Olivia wasn’t looking. Mr. Judertt held the knife at the ready. Olivia turned around just in time. “No!” she screamed, flinging herself toward her father, “No! Please! What are you doing?” “Get out of the way!” her father roared, “I don’t want you to get hurt!” “Don’t. Mess. With. Me. And. My. FLOWERS!” Olivia said through gritted teeth, pulling on her father’s arm to stop him. “We can’t get caught with colorful things!” Mr. Judertt shouted. “We must still keep colorless so no one will think we’re crazy and insulting! The town is still grieving from the hurricane, and we must grieve with it!” Suddenly Olivia stopped pulling. Mr. Judertt knew he had just spilled the beans. He dropped the
Fly High in the Sky
Watercolor Sloka Ganne, 11Overland Park, KS