A wild tangle of thorny green climbs up the side of my stairwell. I'm ... Unearthing Secrets on the Page: Erasure Poetry WorkshopJoin in a 45-mi... German artists Wiebke Wolkenhauer and Arne Gollasch have been visiting... A gray arm wraps itself around the metal gridwork of an open window wi... Regret is not a constant. It comes and goes in pangs.During deep dive ... Some days it seems like the world turns outside in. Wings or scales or... in an obscure corner,stranded, waiting,devouring the memory of my coun... Dushtu is gone. Distemper took her away, limb by limb, over the course... Meet my collaborator- the spotted dove perched up on the ceiling fan. ... At the edge of the canyon, I found myself more enamored by the trees. ... Find me on Blue Sky @contactamyparrish.comI've been trying a new thing... Digantapally, Shantiniketan, West Bengal Print Meet Studio Santiniketan is a 3-minute walk from my home studio ... Mornings here lately... Acetone transfer of one of my images that a surprise student made duri... As the year turns, there's a temptation to look back, tracing footpath... A friend's father is visiting from Columbus (there's been quite the cr... I'm sitting beneath a tree with dew falling in heavy, punctuated drops... Anandi Foundation has graciously provided a venue for The Tactile Imag... In the last paragraph of 'Human Rights & Development', Peter Uvin ... This failed print saved me a trip to the hospital... A few nigh... I remember that day in Maine. A decade ago. When I lived alone for the... Arthshila Panel Discussion on The Role of Workshop as a Pedagotical To... I buried a puppy beneath the bougainvillea and named her Diwali. A perk of my role with the Bengal Biennale, coordinating studio visits... Disseminating photography is such a different animal than sharing artw... https://vimeo.com/991502284/d2cb5adaf2?share=copy Video interview ... An invitation back to the artist retreat in Maine where I've spent sea... Art Drop:Every year I return to America, I intend to pull some pieces ... Today is Holi, but there is no color here. Just a teaspoon of powdered... Portrait Commissions Available in April https://vimeo.com/964752215 Odi Art Centre 2024 Residency Saturday, Feb. 3rd at 11am (EST), I'll be hosting a session via Google... November 26th I'll be at the Indian Photo Festival in Hyderabad to tal... Why do you write? ... In between portrait commissions, I'm spendin... It’s late July and the plumeria is falling in white, perfumed tears. I... I made this photograph over a decade ago and wrote the words last year... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtIy926V9qA Every so often I'll ge... Ohio portrait commissions available for August! It's been a rou... ...a few more images to add to the previous post (this selection in co... There is a new landscape taking over Shantiniketan: mounds of earth, c... Two days ago I made room for a new book in the glass cabinet at my stu... in bundles wrapped with twinelitchi stirs the sensesfrom twig to tongu... A precious stone fell like a titian tear from the end of my necklace. ... The space felt too sacred for a photograph so instead I collected soun... Watch When the Tree Moves, Listen When the Dog Growls (an excer... The road to Darjeeling, in monochrome. blue in the mountains gasp of breathless cloudhovering in liminalgray of mountain sky Dur... From the mountains of northern Bengal. I only caught one early morning... Login at 1pm EST, Thursday, April 27th for a live streaming walk-throu... The high here today was 112°. The past week has surged well beyond 100... Recently, in the span of three days I saw two snakes at home and a dea... Maddening Docility: an erasureThis tiny object was made last fall whil... One reason I stopped writing here for so long was the advice given fro... My days have been gentle lately. I find myself settling more deeply he... Outdoor film screening at my Purba Palli studio. Friday, March 24, 7pm... https://vimeo.com/810815104 Watch what takes place behind-the-scenes w... Friends in Santiniketan are welcome to attend an open-air event with s... I'm at the 3rd International Art Fair in Berhampore, Murshidibad organ... Don't let rejection get you down...I'm honored to be included with the... For creatives here in India... Thank you for your support this month while I wrote a poem per day in ... Excerpts from Week Three of the 30/30 Project in support of Tupelo Pre... BIRDSONG bey bey houubey bey houuMaa coos back to an oriolehidden w... KOPAIIn spoken tongue sweet as shondeshsong of a land with rivers fres... Week Two of the 30/30 Project in support of Tupelo Press. that flame.a sicklywinterbrownof unpleasant yearsnew diversionsfeminin... A cento drawn from Gabriel García Márquez and written as part of the 3... This month I'm writing a poem per day as a fundraiser in support of Tu... Catalog images and social media shares from the Beirut Image Festival.... One of my dearest and most inspirational friends, Brooke Shaden, is ho... Last year my work was awarded in the Kuala Lumpur PhotoAwards and I'm ... Family portrait at Ma & Baba's Image text rom Stray Birds, a book of erasures sourced from Tagore's w... PhotoSolidarity: A print sale for Covid relief initiated by Chennai Ph... I've been living in Shantiniketan for six months now, a decision sped ... On one of my last days in Ohio, I got to make a final pass down the r... In an unexpected turn of events, my travel documents were rushed throu... I sculpted this self-portrait at the start of lockdowns in 2020. It's ... While sorting through a tote at my parents' home, I came across this p... These are just some of the faces that brought me joy in a year filled ... ...when you photograph the promos *and* play the role of a villain. observe, observethe poet's voicein solitude immortal[sacred, sacred... Scanned photograph with gouache and wax pencil, 2020. Read the NPR ... Despite some sojourns back to the states, I've now lived in this Kolka... Durga Puja, 2019. This is part of an ongoing series of small towns memorable from my chi... I spent the past week at Experimenter Gallery in Kolkata, taking a wri... Another shout out from my recent project, Places I Slept, was just sha... Read "Sleeping Through America" interview at Humble Arts Foundation NY... If you check in here regularly, you've probably noticed several change... Available for pre-ordering. When this new site launched a year ago,... Kolkata, India 2018 Kolkata is home to one of the oldest non-church... Taking Flight, 2015 Starling, 2014 One of my earliest posts here in the journal were wo... THIS POST IS PASSWORD PROTECTED. INQUIRE FOR ACCESS.If you're curious ... At times, transformation is a long and laborious process. But when you... Somewhere near the Mojave Desert, 2017. I love living in a world wh... Somewhere in Utah or Nevada, 2017 I remember the moments before tak... Fragments of past work from salvaged film scans. These are the spaces ... I created these images in 2017, in between housing in Thailand and Ind... New York City, November 2017, 120mm film Thanksgiving has... NOTES FROM MAINE Blizzard, 2017 Releasing Stars paper lantern teardrop rising sending dreams on a ... Descending from Mountains: West Bengal, India, 2018. Heartsong by Sanjoy Bose and Amy Parrish - (ORDER HERE) H... "Instead of going rigi... from Shanti Series, Salt Print. Tonight I leave for a journey towar... Durga Puja, Kolkata. 2018 ... Carnival Ride. 2018. Sunset view. From the bedroom upstairs, you can watch the sunrise over... A young man in a coffee shop sat across from his mentor. He handed ove... Aarti ceremony along the Ganges River, Varanasi, India, 2016. NOTES FROM THE MESA Taos, New Mexico, 2018 Today I made a series o... Botanical Garden, 2018 "These great trees are pra... Kumartuli: 2017-2018 ... 120mm film scan, Kolkata, India, 2018 NOTES FROM MAINE 2018 Time Slips grains of sand shifting beneath me b... PASSWORD PROTECTED POST: PLEASE INQUIRE FOR ACCESS ------- I'm no ... I am drenched in memory green walls, hue of another era (my grandmothe... Introduction to Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by... Jazz vocalist, Stella Stevenson, 2016. In 2016 I photographed Colum... She stole me. Upon arriving at my room in ... One of my dearest friends, Miche... Every day there is a storm and every day the storm passes. I am gratef... Fallen This morning, I laid on a mat in the living room, the coolest place in... I arrived at my new home in India at nearly four in the morning. By da... One of the better book recommendations I've received was for Annie Dil... ARTIST TAMIE BELDUE Working with ar... As you allow flow and change to occur, and as you keep looki... Kumartuli District, Kolkata, 2018 This morning I received f... Lenscratch- Road Trip Exhibition Places I Slept, Wendover, Utah, 201... Breathing cool dew in the night, I watch glittering green weave throug... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Near the Mojave Deser... TRAVEL NOTIC... WORDS FROM A LOVER One thing is clear, you are searching for somethin... Sand Dune, 2013 Have you ever felt barren? Or do you find clarity t... NOTES FROM THE ROAD J... Sitting with Tadpoles sour apple lips su... Samaras, collected June 30, 2018 The seeds of maple have wings to c... These Lovely Mountains My mother sent me photos which were displaye... I found a lifeless bird on the stone path, so light and fragile in my ... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Somewhere, Iowa September 4th, 2017, ~3:30 am -... Angkor Wat, Cambodia, 2015 Preservation and destruction are one in th... During a Maine Media artist lecture last night, photographers Gre... These nearly-forgotten images were created probably 8-10 years ago. I ... "The Old Farmhouse", Granville, OH Through the rest of the month, I'l... ...that profound awareness when you look back and realize how long you... NOTES FROM DUALITY 2015 The blooming of self into Self. &... (You may want to read yesterday's post first.) Here are items found... Homes on Monhegan Island, 2014 It feels like the same corners o... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Grand Canyon, 2017 S... Experiment Two: Ziatype infused with pigment, 2018 Experi... Stones dissolve into sand, and sand binds into stone. Everything that ... RELEASING PEBBLES I created this coastal series of cyanotypes durin... Paths branch out in different directions, weaving through the forest i... some days there are no words mystery like midnight-sausages and caramels melting on sweet tongues t... Spring is a time of new beginnings. Life has a way of aligning with th... search for the darkest corners of your imagination most of our lives our only connection to solid ground are the soles... I've confided in friends who have confided in me. It seems at one time... Accepting project commissions in Asheville, North Carolina at the end ... Recently I picked back up with work as a professional photo reviewer. ... Visit me at Maine Media Workshops next month for a two-day introductio... Birds of Pray, Collage, by Sandy Weisman Artist and poet Sandy Weisma... Untitled, Watercolor, 2016 I sat down this morning to write a blog po... How many questions are answered in dreams? Over the past week, I've been bu... OHIO TRAVEL PLANS If you need senior or family portraits this year, I'... NOTES FROM THAILAND 2017 ------- I could spend my entire life watch... Seneca Rocks, West Virginia Mountains have appeared as a theme. Chall... And I rise up. Last month my mind looped a phrase in repeat as I woke... COASTAL RETREAT Join me at the 26 Split Rock Cove artist retreat in... Bael harvested in Kolkata, India and the first experiment of a gum bic... Beyond heart and intellect, we refused to go. - Houssay on the Bohem... PASSWORD PROTECTED (continued from the previous post) A confession- a... William Kentridge: How we make sense of the world from Louisiana Chann... New work on the site! This weekend I move... I breathed in an intoxicating atmosphere that can on... "In almost every part of the w... you are an impossible highway NOTES FROM NOWHERE time unknown ------ put away the black lace dres... Re-interpreting Death-- Amethyst, 2014 More than a few have made n... Untitled, Platinum Print, 2014 In that space between sleep and consciousness, I entered the early mor... self-portrait unfinished i am novel gilded edges wearing thin pry me open peer ... NOTES FROM THE ROAD, USA 2017 Each time I go away, I return a little... She stood in the forest like a deity, fronds bowing at her feet. First comes the awakening. An open portal. A choice. I pursued love b... He invited me to walk in the wind. My silk scarf whipped upwar... Learn more about this body of work by clicking here ... Would you like to join me? I've been messaging friends and strangers ... When is the last time you played in your work? On my first or second ... NOTES FROM KOLKATA 2016 -------- We spoke in the stairwell. Bharati... A blanket, a piece of chocolate and a dog leash. --------------------... NOTES FROM BISHNUPUR as seen from my balcony AUGUS... That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet. ... "The process of transformation consists mostly of decay." -Rebecca So... One of the rural Appalachian chu... In Kolkata, only one s... Tucked in the back of my journal is a notecard with this image by Gust... Have you ever experienced this? I've bee... NOTES FROM A JOURNAL RE-VISITING NOTES FROM A JOURNAL 2016 it's like... I love spending time in art museums but, admittedly, I tend to rush th... Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be a leaf on the wat... NOTES FROM MAINE, CIRCA 2016 I am a memory of me. - - - - I... What is something you have seen or experienced that took your breath a... Untitled, Watercolor and Gum Bichromate over Salt Print, 2017 Perhaps... I am the woman your shadow longs to be. Words from a lover. Sometimes I transcribe fragments of phone ... Let me write of my love affair with Midcoast Maine. Today I sat at the... Join me for a weekend of two different micro-workshops outside of Bost... crackle sun flare yellow eyes syrup on my tongue like sticky hon... Gum bichromate from Wasp Nest series, 2015 How do you hear the timbre ... Communion Bread and Momma's Sugar Pies 1 cup flour 1/3 cup shortenin... I've arrived in Portland where I met up with my dear friend, Brooke Sh... EXULANSIS n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experie... She's been to hell and carries its stench on her skin. Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. ... An excerpt from Stray Birds. The wings of transformation are born of patience and struggle. Janet ... Vulnerability. Limits. We all have them. A last-minute decision to vis... Notes from Sunderban 2018 The road is dotted with begging street do... Do you see the great canyon below you or lift your eyes up to the tree... It's been a challenging few days on the mesa. It's time to decide if I... Tonight I saw a shooting star and made a wish to be with you. ... Hello friends, I'd like to hear from you! This is a space for creativi... When this morning began, I expected to visit Georgia O'Keefe's&nb... Relish in the unexpected. I saw the moon rise behind the Sangre de Cri... "May your path be brightly lit." Today I'm sharing the well-wishes gi... 134 THE roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches... The thing we need is stillness. It's been three years- living out of ... "I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I... NOTES FROM KOLKATA 2017 We often strolled through the cemetery. Here... To me, this is what dreams are made of... ... ...back to the beginning. A butterfly cannot disguise itself as a cat... The Golden Triangle: a view of Thailand, Myanmar and Laos in a region ... NOTES FROM _____ This is a new addition to my blog to fill in those m... Bruised by a love which was thought to last forever,... I find myself by creating. I'm looking forward to spending the week... NOTES FROM INDIA 2017 rag/cleaner waste bin laundry basket skil... Some secrets live within us forever. Others emerge when their truths ... I'm here in my hometown for a couple of days. Winding roads have been ... we can discipline our minds and our bodies but we cannot discipline o... Materials have already been purchased for a hand-processed image-makin... Polaroids and poetry... I'm missing my days with artist, Nora Corbett... Home State. Yesterday I was in Portugal. The day before, Switzerlan... Last night I dreamed that I had lost something. I climbed down, waist-... Have I become a grown woman or am I becoming my own woman? I entered into Switzerland, feeling a bit like a stray dog. The family... I stood before great temples, but found myself enthralled by the trees... Today is my last day in Kolkata. My Bangla skills have grown enough... ...the spark of an idea for a piece called Pretty Little Poet. I purc... At precisely which moment does a caterpillar become a butterfly? We al...
