Remember Me - Arianna Lucas
i. Trying to Reach It So My Mind Can Be Cleansed - Ryan Courtier
Agaya
Today the sky is blue
Tonight we’ll see it through
It’s in your own reflection
Searching for affection
For the rain was shining
Running off enchanting
Diamonds all around
A storm with not a sound
The river rushing in
Aiming for the spleen
Here you are whispering to her
That you became a believer.
Florence Maninet
i. Artificial Intimacy - Felicia Atanasio
"What I took from Ryan Courtier's image was the idea of reaching for something you can't grasp, and the very visual of the hand position and reflective surface underneath. With this, I expressed my feelings of alienation and the challenges of human connection. I used my mirror and a mannequin arm to explore this."
i. An Old Greeting - Karl Frederick Mattson
Atlas
They say about the three lines
that rule the palm
they cross each other,
mark territories
and draw maps
of me.
For a while, they shook hands with others
made pacts, converged,
and charted new borders.
But each time,
it held them too close
a little too tight,
the lines broke free,
and the borders faded.
No matter how much
I clenched and grasped
believed to make it stronger
a shade deeper,
But they were stubborn
bore the scars
but refused to alter the maps
of me.
They say about the three lines
that rule the palm
they cross each other,
mark territories
and draw maps
of me.
For a while, they shook hands with others
made pacts, converged,
and charted new borders.
But each time,
it held them too close
a little too tight,
the lines broke free,
and the borders faded.
No matter how much
I clenched and grasped
believed to make it stronger
a shade deeper,
But they were stubborn
bore the scars
but refused to alter the maps
of me.
Anindita Ray
i. Isolation Nature - Bootz
i. Above / Below - Sayaka Ueno
i. An Offering To The Sky From The Earth - Roslyn Julia
i. Reach Out - Marc Audisio
Martina Pizzigoni
ii. Churning Water - Darcy Rogers
"I was most intrigued by the water in the prompt photo. I wanted to somehow capture the texture of water. I initially tried shooting an inlet near my apartment and puddles I saw on the street, but nothing was coming out to my satisfaction. So I decided to see what I could create at home with water and food coloring. I tried photographing water in a glass, but then decided to do try the sink with bubbles."
ii. Shattering Glass - Shelby Swann
ii. Bacteria - Tavis Erskine Amosford
ii. Jasper Fire Aftermath - Lindsay Godin
Bound to your guiding nature like a magnet
I am an iridescent puzzle beneath you
Illuminating the fragments once compartmentalized with your mysterious light
Nestling the polarities
That lay fractured before you
Amber Holgerson
ii. Our Presence is Felt - Diana Carbone
ii. Pattern Recognition 013 - Tim Hodge
ii. far from what is expected of you - Jack Henderson
"I thought the minimal, almost abstract visual style of Tim's image was very interesting and so I wanted to try and recreate it in my own style. To do this I cut a hole in an empty beer box and waited until late afternoon, to get the strongest light. I also thought about reflections considering the previous images' subject, and how this, correlates with my current images which reflect on my personal health, memories, and visions."
iii. Mary Johanna Seibert
Laurel Hauge
iii. Paul Freeth
iii. Sélina Farzaei
iii. Diego Maeso
iii. Kristina Aleksandrovska
Hailey Mosher
iv. Vann Powell
At first I thought it might be fun to stick with the hand and tag theme but incorporate a more harsh evening sunlight. After reading the prompt a second time I felt more comfortable extending the conversation in a more conceptual way. I took the connection of human to nature (water, etc.) and incorporated this connection into my own photograph. In my untitled image you can see the connection between human and nature except removed by one degree; where the human element is replaced, symbolically, to the fence.
iv. Blue Hour - Ester Robards
iv. Unearthly Connection - Megan Driving Hawk
iv. Reaching Shadows - Emily Porter
And when
flowers made of shade
and cotton meadows
will no longer suffice you,
close your eyes
and look.
Mild,
let yourself be lulled
from that shadow,
that stays on you
like a wet dress.
Like the hand of a lover
when it gently caresses a flower.
Marinella Consigli
iv. Reality and Dream - Lucilla Bellini
Chateaus
The slow and sweeping curtain play
Billows ink the kitchen sink
The flowers on the sill are still
They raise themselves in vain
There’s a chill in the depravity
Blind Sun can’t feel the cavity
We all have held this upper hand
And lately She
Flush against her breast
To take no sun she couldn’t catch
And leave no shadow in her nest
We spread our fingers and our minds
Let the sowed ground be bathed
Give shadows back to nights and knaves.
Theresa Schwaar
iv. Trompeta Rojo - Jaime Alvarez
Valida Baba
Andressa Monteiro
v. On the move... - Eric Meckley
We used to write poems with our feet
The pitter patter
Scattered across the yard in zigs and zags
Whirling hoops
Every surface an exploration
Even the pain of stubbing a toe
Was a poem
The one about getting hurt but going back out there
The one about the gentle tending of our wounds
By hands made tired with poems
Ester Robards
v. Quarantine Paws - Cassandra Klos
v. Piper Kruse
v. Tanya Nikolic
v. Grace Bovenzi
Watching
The cardinal across the yard
With crested head and red-beige breast
Chirps to her mate and hops about
Amidst the scattered seeds.
And I within the windowsill
With front-tuned ears and quivering lip
Sit still as olive eyes stare back,
Reflected in the glass.
And when one I day I can leap out,
My claws are swift, my haunches strong:
Her red-beige breast and crested head,
The cardinal across the yard
With crested head and red-beige breast
Chirps to her mate and hops about
Amidst the scattered seeds.
And I within the windowsill
With front-tuned ears and quivering lip
Sit still as olive eyes stare back,
Reflected in the glass.
And when one I day I can leap out,
My claws are swift, my haunches strong:
Her red-beige breast and crested head,
That day they shall be mine.
Daniel R. Ball
v. Carmen's Walker - Juan Giraldo
v. Sarah Anthony
v. Casey Bennet
vi. Vessel - Kirra Kimbrell
"I am looking at gesture and working through the idea of natural and domestic objects intersecting. I am interested in the notion of
containing water, as well as, exploring the idea of ‘vessel’ against the
female form."
vi. Undisturbed - Charlotte Dobson
vi. Listening, hearing - Ethan Edwin Jones
vi. Your Body Is A Flower - Marinella Consigli
vi. Purple Oxalis - Eric Kaczmarczyk
"From the previous photo, I took away a feeling of melancholy. The
sunlight is shining in; there is a remnant of nature being held gently
while indoors. In response, I chose a remnant of nature from my own
indoor setting, brought it outdoors and juxtaposed it with the structure
where the majority of human feelings are taking place recently. Also,
the colors were an important connection for me to make between the
images."
vi. Matter of Time - Valeria Tomassini
vi. Decay and Renewal - Jude Infantini
Lea Petříková
vii. Bird Watching - Joshua Berg
"This is a photograph of my mother who is an avid bird watcher. She spends her free time looking up for birds of prey."
Pit Stop
We swayed against the waves,
Spirits destroyed in ravaging rage.
We lay down our broken swords,
when I turned around to see a face so hollowed.
Sunken eyes.
Lost in sorrow.
Our lungs burst,
my heart's in exhaust.
Now, I drag my feet to remnants of war
Muddied, soiled, my sole plastered with tar
This is the end.
We swayed against the waves,
Spirits destroyed in ravaging rage.
We lay down our broken swords,
when I turned around to see a face so hollowed.
Sunken eyes.
Lost in sorrow.
Our lungs burst,
my heart's in exhaust.
Now, I drag my feet to remnants of war
Muddied, soiled, my sole plastered with tar
This is the end.
Close your eyes, little friend
Pia Cabanela
vii. Kate Schneider
vii. Amy Aiken
vii. Hannah Harts
vii. László Gábor Belicza
I take it back, the space
and the small minutes
the drops of rain
from the gutter,
my breath in the silence.
I take them back, my thoughts
I tone them down
tender them a caress
keep them warm
in my happy
melancholy.
Things never disappear
they recede, that’s all,
everything appears of its own;
how long does time last
without you?
I let fear breathe inside,
right when
I am less certain.
My glass is alone
the ashtray is alone
my coat too suffers
from loneliness;
for all the times
he wanted to take me out
and I told him I would remain
alone
with myself.
Sombre.
Fading.
Inconvenient.
Daryoush Francesco Nikzad
vii. Dew On Grass - Kateri Quirk
vii. Micah McCoy
A Note About This Project
Color Tag Magazine was created in April 2020 with the intention of fostering collaboration and connection among artists. Through
creative response series, exhibitions, and publications, Color Tag strives
to explore life, art, and everything in-between.
Color Tag: Spring 2020 features work from 62 artists from
around the world. In May, participating photographers were randomly
grouped together to create an image response chain. The Editor shot and
provided “Remember Me” to serve as a starting point and prompt image
for all seven groups. Once all of the images were created, poets contributed to the conversation by writing a response poem to their assigned
images.
Thank you for following along.
Roman numerals are used to identify the groups. All poems were created in response to the images preceding them. Please note that images without a roman numeral will not be appearing in the physical publication of this series.
You can also pick up a physical copy of this series here: http://colortagmagazine.bigcartel.com/
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