We are Family

Kate’s relationship with tattoos is a family affair.

Three of her four pieces were inked by her aunt, Katie Davis, owner of Salvation Gallery in Richmond, who taught Kate early on that the significance of her tattoos was important. Kate got her first at age eighteen, an anchor and dogwood on the back of her shoulder in remembrance of another family connection.

“The one on my shoulder is for both my great-grandmothers,” she told me the day I photographed her tattoos. “One is named Virginia, so the dogwood, and the other one was in the Navy. She was nurse. I love it, but as I’ve gotten older I don’t love that it’s a flower and an anchor because I feel like every girl gets some form of a flower and an anchor, usually on their foot. But it’s less girly-looking which helps. I still love it as my first tattoo.”

Having a world-class tattooist in the family is a boon for anyone wanting to collect some ink, but as Kate has gotten older, she’s found herself wanting to explore other avenues. “For a while I was really boxed in to like, I’m only gonna get tattoos by her, because I really like her style, but she’s always insanely busy,” she said. “And, I don’t know, I like tattoos and I would get them more if like, it’s not like a rush thing to me if that makes sense. It was similar for me when I decided I don’t want kids, I don’t need to get married, it kind of slowed down my need of finding a partner. It was similar, I don’t need to fill my whole body with tattoos all at once.”

“She always told me that meaning is really important, but as I’ve gotten older, I don’t hate the idea of having something just because I like it. She hammered that into me a lot when I was younger, but I think it was just because she didn’t want me as an eighteen-year-old getting something stupid. Which makes sense. As I’m now not eighteen, I’m thinking of branching out and getting just fun things. It doesn’t necessarily have to have some important meaning behind it.”

The one tattoo Kate currently has that was not done by her aunt is also the only one that does not have direct personal meaning to her. In fact, she often forgets it’s there. “I did this one during Covid. He [the tattooist] was doing it for charity,” she told me of the sketched figure inside her left arm. “It was like $100, or maybe $150, and I think like $50 went to him and $50 went to an organization that he chose for trans youth. I really like it, and I always forget about it.”

Further down her arm is a collection of symbols that at first reminded me of a crystal ball. “It is my birth sign, star sign, and that is the glyph sign of Saturn, which is what Capricorns are ruled by,” she told me of the constellation rising from a yellow camellia, a winter-blooming flower also associated with her birth season.

Kate’s largest piece, on her right thigh, serves as a reminder of home. “I am from Maine, and this is just a big hot spot from where I’m from, it’s the Wiggly Bridge. And then blueberries obviously. They’re known for wild blueberries. They’re a little bit different than normal blueberries, they’re teeny-tiny. Chickadee is the state bird. And then goldenrod is pretty big up there as well.”

Though Kate’s lifelong accumulation of tattoos will be gradual, she already has plans for what’s next. “I really want to get one for my grandfather. He passed away, it’ll be five years this year I think. And he was just a riot. My sister, myself, my mom, my aunts, we all want to get something, not the same thing. We’ve all just been trying to think of what we got the most out of his relationship personally. My sister got his truck, but also her favorite things from him, like he always had pocket watches and pocketknives, and he used to have a motorcycle. He was just kind of rough and tumble, so that’s what she is pulling on. And he was really big into fishing, and food. Big on travel. All that sort of stuff. So it’s just been hard to try to find the perfect way to encompass a little bit of all of that into a picture format.”

I imagine one of those aunts might be the one to put it on her.

This post is part of my ongoing series documenting people’s tattoos and their stories. Thank you for reading, you’re beautiful.

Evolution of a Bathtub Shoot

If you’ve followed me for long enough, you probably know I love a bathtub shoot. The vintage clawfoot in my old apartment became a notorious setting for portraits of both myself and others in 2021, but my first bathtub photos happened in a much shallower, more modest tub in 2018. The bathroom of my Church Hill townhouse got the best light in the house, and as I explored a self-portrait project I would eventually name Thicket of Trash, the tub became the central setting.

Over the last five years, I have photographed myself in nearly as many tubs, including in three different homes of my own and an Airbnb or two. The bathrooms just always have the best light, and tubs are nearly always white. If you’ve been to my home, you know a clean backdrop is hard to come by around here.

I have managed to cull 25 of my favorite tub self-portraits, starting with the very first (lounging in a pink sequin gown) and ending with four new photos (delineated by an abrupt change in hairstyle), shot on a mix of 35mm film and digital. Thank you for reading, you’re beautiful.

Tidepool Galaxies

A few weeks ago, I went on a nature walk with a couple of film pals to practice macro photography with small bits of moss and fungi in mind (followers of the blog might recall this post from February detailing the inspiration found in Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Gathering Moss).

I’m still learning the macro capabilities of my current lenses and how to make the best of them. The window of focus in macro photography is very limited; you have to be a very specific distance from your subject, and finding enough light and the right aperture is tricky. But it’s all part of the game, discovering new pieces of your craft and figuring out over time how to achieve them.

My nature walk friends and I talked about how lucky we feel to be artists with the drive to venture into the world and explore it, how interpreting our experiences through art and science adds meaning and fulfillment to our lives. I’m endlessly curious about things like what goes on in leaf litter and tidepools, about how the Sun burns, the lives of tardigrades and blue whales, the birth of the first galaxies.

Which brings me to the photos in this post. I took these pictures on the macro nature walk, but they aren’t really macro pictures. I’ll be sharing more of my macro attempts in the weeks to come, but this collection is more about the intersection of science and art, and a combination of two of my favorite studies: life on Earth and life in the cosmos.

When I shot these photos, and especially once I had the film developed, I felt like I was looking at scenes from beyond our world. Feathery algae and blooming silt remind me of Hubble images of nebulae, spiky-leafed galaxies dotted with floating sediment stars. The effect is at once telescopic and paper collage.

All images in this post were shot at Belle Isle on Kodak UltraMax 400 35mm film and a Minolta X-700. Thank you for reading, you’re beautiful.