Monday, September 9, 2013
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
TC phone home!
All images ©Lacey Terrell January 2013 Washington DC.
They're back! THIEVERY CORPORATION in their hometown, Washington DC, twice in one year!
9:30 CLUB August 15, 16, 17 2013
CENTER for FINE ART PHOTOGRAPHY
PORTFOLIO SHOWCASE VI
Currently up at The Center for Fine Art Photography thru Sept 28th
Opening Reception September 6, 2013
Ilona Szwarc, Noelle Swan Gilbert, Kurt Simonson, Richard Stultz, Tara Bogart, Lydia Goldblatt, Dominik Dunsch, Michelle Geoga, Eran Gilat, Nicolo Sertorio, Suanne Reehm, Deborah Bay
and moi.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
On the road since November 2012....Website update hiatus!!!
10 West in New Orleans. June 4, 2013
© Lacey Terrell
I have been on the road working in Baltimore & NOLA since November.
Website and more in holding pattern...
Website and more in holding pattern...
More to come this Summer!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
COBY BROWN
image © Lacey Terrell 2011
Please help support the release of COBY'S new record, FRENCH EXIT,
as well as i2Y.com, an advocacy group for young adult cancer survivors.
Go HERE to pledge via Pledge Music!
Thanks!!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
PDN Ultimate Music Moment 2011 Winner's Gallery
Proud to say 6 of my Thievery Corporation LIVE pictures were included in PDN's Ultimate Music Moment!
First time gracing the pages of this mag...
See Winner's Gallery here.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
March 10, 2012. Los Angeles.
March 10-April 13, 2012
OPENING March 10, 6-9pm
GALLERY 825
825 N. La Cienega Blvd.
West Hollywood, CA 90069
On being in the Darkroom. Excerpt from MFA thesis (c. 1997-1998)
circa 1997, Oakland hills. © Lacey Terrell
It's a cold, rainy night. The water for pasta is boiling. I put the red, green and yellow rice noodles in and sit down on the couch. I know what is ahead of me after my meal. I eat. It's 10:15pm, just the time when everyone leaves the lab and I arrive.
My hands fumble with the key code box. I bang twice to ensure no one is looking at prints under the florescent lights, able to let me in. No response.
The lab is dark, but the sound of the fan left on in the drying room welcomes me. Time to work. I re-instill life into the damp space as I spill my belongings all over the black corduroy cushions. Light table on. Cage door open. Safe light warming up. I feel strangely at home amidst the dull chemical odor and the ambient silence interrupted only by screen printers with the dropsies on the floor above. Hypo Chek, Fix, OK. Neutol to mix 1:15, fresh and potent. Stop, good. Hypo Clear purple, dump. Mix the potions necessary and turn off the light.
It's me, alone, with the red glimmer and dripping faucets and magical sorcery of making pictures. Time is 10:59pm. I sit on the corduroy examining, planning what to do - which image will I welcome into the already over saturated world, first? Hours fly by, as my eyes adjust and neck stiffens.
1:30am: I am hungry again and thirsty. Happy for Coke and Fritos.
Raise the enlarger head, slip in the negative carrier. Lower head. Focus light on, off. Adjust time. Press go. No paper in easel. Oops. Take out paper, put in easel. Press go again. The beeps are a nice break in the thickening silence. Into the developer. Tip tip tip fiddle flick. The image emerges.
3:00am: Only four prints finished. I haven't spoken in 5 hours.
4:30am: Six prints. Do I like them? A second wind has erupted and I need more liquid. Sprite. My teeth are carpeted by a gritty sugar coated film. I look at the deserted campus watching for movements of raccoons, security guards or other vampires. No one. The rain has turned to drizzle. Back into the cave of darkness, it is now 4:43am. The minutes are expanding as my body slows down.
I print and print. In and out. Dark to light. The same routine which has been in my life for years. Once production mode kicks in, I have a day life and at the stroke of 10pm I become the darkroom troll lingering, creating, alone as the rest of the school and area sleep. I walk onto campus and say hello as others say goodnight. It is my other world - a time and place where I am free of distraction and chaos. A simple existence, my tasks are clear and reasons for procrastination limited. I can think in this quietness. I am not afraid. Well, a subtle presence of fear keeps me alert.
The birds chirp as I walk down the sidewalk to my apartment. The neighborhood sleeps. The streets are calm. The sky is turning purple. Few people are stirring, getting ready for work, as I pull down the covers. It is 6:10am. My legs are stiff, eye bags swelling. I don't think about it or the fact that I would be there, in the cave, the next night at the same time.
In the middle of the night I lurk. I like being up, others' realities are on hold as mine continues to evolve. It's as if I am the only one alive, or that I have a special knowledge or am privy to the secrets of the night. As the years go by, I sense my body resisting the all nighters. I can't bounce back quite as readily, I don't look quite as fresh the next day. It is my time, though, to prowl and ponder that which is distracted, or too timid to reveal itself, during the daylight hours of normal.
- Excerpt from impresario, MFA thesis.
© Lacey Terrell, circa 1997-98. Oakland, California.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Us Magazine Collector's edition @ KATY PERRY
©Lacey Terrell 2011. All rights reserved.
One of three double page spreads in Us Magazine collector's book @ Katy Perry
.... on the stands now.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
A layout from my THIEVERY book
Prague 2010
©LaceyTerrell. All Rights Reserved.
This was my most favorite show of the Europe dates... It was as hot as a Bikram Yoga class in this very small auditorium but the crowd was so into the music, they danced their sweaty selves into a frenzy. My viewfinder and lenses were fogging from all the moisture. Here Karina sprays the crowd with a little water. The band was dripping wet themselves, but having a blast in this intimate setting. I felt honored to be there.
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