Showing posts with label Andi Schreiber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andi Schreiber. Show all posts

Monday, November 23, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!


Happy Thanksgiving from Light Leaked!

Today I wanted to share a few books and promos that have been sent to me over the last few weeks for a Book Arts class I will be teaching next semester! I'm so grateful for this amazing community that is always willing to share and collaborate. I am humbled and inspired to be a part of it. Thank you to photographers everywhere!

If you would like to send in a handmade book/promos for me to share with my class, please send me an email at lightleaked@gmail.com

I hope everyone has a wonderful time with their families this Thanksgiving!

Warmly,

Ashley

Roger May

Roger May

Roger May

Kelly Flynn

Kelly Flynn

Andi Schreiber

Andi Schreiber



Monday, November 16, 2015

Andi Schreiber

Andi Schreiber is a fine art and documentary photographer. A lifelong New Yorker, Andi was born in Brooklyn, raised on Long Island and currently lives in suburban Westchester County with her husband and two sons. She holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from the University of Michigan and was a photojournalist in the Boston area before returning to New York to work as a magazine and newspaper picture editor. Her photographs have appeared in numerous exhibitions and publications and were recently featured in a solo exhibition at Lilith Studio Gallery in Ravenna, Italy.



Artist Statement: Drift

We crave stillness, but move about aimlessly. Once a place of relative calm and routine, our home teeters in a state of fluid negotiation. All of the players are in flux. It's a study in contrasts: manly muscle and sagging skin, lustrous hair and graying beards, water and wine, devotion and drift.

By midlife, we've begun to accept our own inevitable deterioration. Mortality looms, our time here precious. We lose parts of ourselves, in much the same way as we surely lose the people who surround us – through death, through life, through drift.

Our children evolve, their circles ever expanding. They spill forth in every direction, breaking boundaries while we remain. They will never need us as they once did, when life was new. Like water, smoke, and shadow, the force of circumstance buoys us along. There is darkness here. We drift.

See the book Drift here