tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8911208371938930092024-03-13T05:16:55.662-07:00Mythology and RealityPhotography by Marie-Theresa HernándezMarie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-37036058138180848972009-03-15T11:38:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:15:00.612-07:00Jerusalem during the Gaza War - January 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1TCuy0M2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/R1QXZGdwGBo/s1600-h/DSC_0091_2_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1TCuy0M2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/R1QXZGdwGBo/s400/DSC_0091_2_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313494441753064290" border="0" /></a>Woman Praying at the Wailing Wall<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Jerusalem, Israel<br />January 2009<br /><br />What is she praying for? Is her loved one at the border of Gaza? Or is she praying that Israel realize what it is doing to the Palestinians?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1NLhyflVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7uR5iM7kub4/s1600-h/arab+and+boy+wailing+wallDSC_0149_4_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1NLhyflVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7uR5iM7kub4/s400/arab+and+boy+wailing+wallDSC_0149_4_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487995811108178" border="0" /></a>Arab man walking away and the boy with the phone<br />Marie-Theresa Hernandez<br />Jerusalem - the Wailing Wall<br />January 2009<br /><br />The older man is the only Arab I see. The rest of the men have their yamaka's on. What is he walking away from at the Wailing Wall? What is he thinking now that Gaza is being obliterated?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1LU37JUOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/A_GJLW6iU-8/s1600-h/DSC_0160_2_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Sb1LU37JUOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/A_GJLW6iU-8/s400/DSC_0160_2_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313485957348544738" border="0" /></a>Jose Alberto in East Jerusalem<br />by Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />East Jerusalem<br />January 2009<br /><br />Jose Alberto <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tavim</span> is having a cup of coffee in East Jerusalem. It is a calm moment. There are no soldiers nearby. We cannot see the wall from where we sit. I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pomegranate</span> juice. It was wonderful. His coffee did not taste good.<br /><br />© Photos and Text<br />Copyright 2009 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-41162010927821365392008-07-05T20:30:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:06:52.094-07:00Vierge Noir - Dark Virgin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SHA8uocHK3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6Rl40yJnF5E/s1600-h/DSC_0043_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SHA8uocHK3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/6Rl40yJnF5E/s400/DSC_0043_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219738739949382514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Vierge Noir - Dark Virgin I<br />Marie-Theresa Hernandez<br />Rocamadour, France<br />June 2008<br /><br />The dark virgin of Rocamadour appeared, along with her scores of sisters, in the 12th century. She sits majestically on her throne, with the child at her knee. She is black and made of cedar. Some say her presence tells of a past with the Knights Templar - others say she signals that her followers practiced alchemy and still others say she is kin to Isis.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SHBAmmdZWzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fT0c6cP9Wmg/s1600-h/DSC_0054_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SHBAmmdZWzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fT0c6cP9Wmg/s400/DSC_0054_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219743000025455410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vierge Noir - Dark Virgin II<br />Marie-Theresa Hernandez<br />Rocamadour, France<br />June 2008<br /><br />She and the child look directly ahead. She was created before they made Virgin Mary's with their heads bowed. Her ancestors are the Druids.<br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-19603797456290653582008-05-19T22:31:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:06:16.117-07:00The African Journey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SDJiNiyTvBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CZHeXJHXKds/s1600-h/Portugal+beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SDJiNiyTvBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CZHeXJHXKds/s400/Portugal+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202328504381979666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />untitled<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Lisbon<br />December, 2007<br /><br /><br />At the ocean, near Lisbon. Earlier in the day group of us found ourselves in a rally for Omar Kaddafi in downtown Lisbon. We thought we were going to a conference on African immigration. But Kaddafi's people had other plans. We made a joke of things - and ran around the beach taking pictures of each other.<br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-44599245204216642042008-05-19T22:22:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:05:23.001-07:00American Tradition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SDJgRSyTvAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Dz7kNr8DWrE/s1600-h/bridesmaids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/SDJgRSyTvAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Dz7kNr8DWrE/s400/bridesmaids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202326369783233538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />untitled<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Lakeport, CA<br />May 17, 2008<br /><br /><br /><br />The color, the make-up, the shiny dresses. An American tradition - dress your friends alike so they can watch you while you marry - like mannequins waiting to be moved to the front store window -<br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2008 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-70375778010166236072007-11-10T07:18:00.000-08:002009-03-15T12:04:52.762-07:00Lost Statue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RzXOM-28OtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TGEC6lc-I7g/s1600-h/1Santo+Nino+1992.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RzXOM-28OtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/TGEC6lc-I7g/s400/1Santo+Nino+1992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131234072885738194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Santo Niño de Atocha in the Sanctuario de Chimayo<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Chimayo, New Mexico<br />1992<br /><br /><br />This photograph was taken inside the Santuario de Chimayo. The small statue had been there for hundreds of years. When I returned in 2001 I was told the statue had "broken" and was replaced by another that had little resemblance to the original.<br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2008 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-22382194928467991832007-06-28T08:21:00.000-07:002007-07-14T10:42:49.901-07:00Aesthetics of Death<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RpkKwYSUbxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Axiyl2yom3I/s1600-h/for+blog+Front+GateSan+Isidro+7+25+04+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RpkKwYSUbxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Axiyl2yom3I/s400/for+blog+Front+GateSan+Isidro+7+25+04+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109080360972050" /></a><br /><br />The Gate on the Boulevard<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Sugar Land TX<br />2004<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPZTG4b0FI/AAAAAAAAAII/ikLAlClR_nE/s1600-h/leaning+virgin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPZTG4b0FI/AAAAAAAAAII/ikLAlClR_nE/s400/leaning+virgin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081143726892109906" /></a><br /><br />Leaning Virgin<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Sugar Land, TX<br />2003<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPZKW4b0DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H0Ut1THomUc/s1600-h/gravestones+and+small+statues.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPZKW4b0DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H0Ut1THomUc/s400/gravestones+and+small+statues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081143576568254514" /></a><br /><br /><br />Gravestones and Small Statues<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Sugar Land, TX<br />2003<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPSfW4b0AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tgvE5fjqSj0/s1600-h/virgin+and+beetle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoPSfW4b0AI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tgvE5fjqSj0/s400/virgin+and+beetle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081136240764112898" /></a><br /><br />Virgin and the Beetle<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Sugar Land, TX<br />2004<br /><br />The cemetery is for laborers who worked for Imperial Sugar (and their direct descendants). I used to go there when I was a little girl and distinctly remember a water pump with a handle. I used to move it back and forth for what seemed to be hours, and only trickles of water would come out. It was probably my small size because the adults around me could always get the water to flow from the water pump. When I began research on the book, I did not realize just how old it was. <br />I first thought it was from the early 20th century. It now appears that the cemetery was for slaves from a pre-civil war plantation.<br /><br />The book is titled "Cemeteries of Ambivalent Desire: Narratives of the Deep South in a Southeast Texas Graveyard"<br />to be published by Texas A&M University Press. Release date winter 2008.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-84758711091335032622007-06-27T17:57:00.000-07:002007-06-27T18:08:27.930-07:00Fountain<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoMHrG4bz6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HSUmT8LkRCQ/s1600-h/mudejar+courtyardDSC_0276.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoMHrG4bz6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HSUmT8LkRCQ/s400/mudejar+courtyardDSC_0276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080913241767137186" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fountain<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Mudejar Courtyard<br />Monasterio de Guadalupe<br />Guadalupe, Spain<br />May, 2006<br /><br /><br /><br />It invites the viewer to touch the tiles. While I stood in front of it, I felt pulled back in time. I wanted to feel the grooves that were worn down by use. I could almost see the monks sitting around the fountain, washing themselves. I am not sure it was used for this, but its construction would make it possible for someone to sit at the base and soak his feet. <br /><br />The monastery was founded in 1350. The fountain is most probably from the 16th century. The name "mudejar" suggests an Arab influence.<br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-84156165631476162232007-06-27T17:40:00.000-07:002007-06-27T17:50:19.584-07:00Woman in the Window<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoMEKW4bz5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RMfE3mGjl5k/s1600-h/woman+in+the+window+Paris+2005P5260169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoMEKW4bz5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/RMfE3mGjl5k/s400/woman+in+the+window+Paris+2005P5260169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080909380591538066" /></a><br /><br />Woman in the Window<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Paris, 2005<br /><br /><br />She is the ideal woman, thin and tanned. She wears a hat. She is chic. She is what we wish. Confident in her stance. She is in the window because someone believes we would like to be her. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-31649156006329042822007-06-26T08:54:00.000-07:002007-06-27T17:46:03.019-07:00Blanca's Wedding #2<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoE2-daCzhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d6czqrGsBxk/s1600-h/2+girls+colorDSC_0207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoE2-daCzhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d6czqrGsBxk/s400/2+girls+colorDSC_0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080402301324283410" /></a><br /><br /><br />Blanca's Wedding #2<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Houston, TX<br />May 2007<br /><br /><br />What is beautiful is no longer considered art these days. If there is a tinge of nostalgia or idealism the image is criticized... the artist considered naive. At the risk of being criticized I present this image, considered too pretty by some.. Yet the colors, shapes and expressions attract me. What is considered art these days? Does an image need to be disturbing to be considered "good."<br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-24589425394146069902007-06-26T08:18:00.000-07:002007-06-26T08:28:43.639-07:00Blanca's Wedding #1<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoEwodaCzgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jTPIntJ0OF8/s1600-h/8x12+bwDSC_0145_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoEwodaCzgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jTPIntJ0OF8/s400/8x12+bwDSC_0145_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080395326297394690" /></a><br /><br />Blanca's Wedding #1<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Houston, TX<br />May, 2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-15811070316836017912007-06-26T07:39:00.000-07:002007-06-26T08:07:08.608-07:00Viewing the Liberty Bell Through Tinted Glass<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoElZtaCzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hk_1AsEfQo/s1600-h/smallDSC_0185.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RoElZtaCzdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6hk_1AsEfQo/s400/smallDSC_0185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080382978266418642" /></a><br /><br />Liberty Bell Through Tinted Lens<br />Philadelphia, PA<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />May 2008<br /><br /><br /><br />As I read commentaries on immigration articles I see a group of people that view our democracy through a lense that creates idealistic images -pleasurable hallucinations that believe in justice for all... The tint on the glass allows them to select which memories they can retrieve, forgetting their own marginality in a country where the rich benefit from what the middle class loses.<br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-3267093963463625732007-05-27T19:57:00.000-07:002007-05-28T06:31:16.307-07:00The Bad Dream<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RlrZnH9zFnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1W7floub0go/s1600-h/mythical+horses+wash.+dc+07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RlrZnH9zFnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1W7floub0go/s400/mythical+horses+wash.+dc+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069603596735288946" /></a><br /><br /><br />The Bad Dream<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández <br />Washington, D.C. 2007<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bad dream, psychedelic dream. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-82442215754160349352007-05-26T15:30:00.000-07:002007-05-27T06:03:47.000-07:00Rat on 6th Avenue<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rli1V39zFiI/AAAAAAAAADs/bYWQprameLs/s1600-h/rat+in+NY.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rli1V39zFiI/AAAAAAAAADs/bYWQprameLs/s400/rat+in+NY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069000768010524194" /></a><br /><br /><br />Rat on 6th Avenue<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />New York, 2005<br /><br /><br /><br />The gray rat was sitting in front of the International Film Center (better known as IFC). There was a labor protest - about strike breakers (I suppose the rat was placed there represented their moral character). <br /><br />The image of the rat became even more interesting after a national story came out about rats in a fast food place a few doors down - the place looked fine during the day, but when they closed, the rats came out and had a party. There were so many rats that national TV played the scene over and over for a few days. <br /><br />The first few times I walked by he made me chuckle (although the situation about the strikers was not funny). But I guess constant exposure makes wild things mundane. After I walked by the IFC and the rat a few times, he no longer caught my attention.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-15331015384343995812007-05-26T15:23:00.000-07:002007-05-27T09:28:23.902-07:00Guadalupe in a Taxi<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rlmxmn9zFkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IdjxF0_9HUI/s1600-h/Guadalupe+Taxi_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rlmxmn9zFkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IdjxF0_9HUI/s400/Guadalupe+Taxi_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069278132703532610" /></a><br /><br />Guadalupe in a Taxi<br />Marie Theresa Hernández<br />Merida, Yucatan 2005<br /><br /><br />Guadalupe is everywhere. Does she protect his car from accidents? Does she bring him work? From her position facing the car's passengers she can see everything. She knows the secret of the city.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-51479746483730373022007-05-26T14:41:00.000-07:002007-05-26T15:18:44.812-07:00Man With His Daughter<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RlipwX9zFgI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUPQ7K0qT90/s1600-h/CR+bwDSC02067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RlipwX9zFgI/AAAAAAAAADc/lUPQ7K0qT90/s400/CR+bwDSC02067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068988029137524226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Man With His Daughter<br />Marie Theresa Hernandez<br />Houston, 2000<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-23356755492205769302007-05-15T21:06:00.000-07:002007-05-15T21:14:44.442-07:00Woman With a Mask<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkqD039zFYI/AAAAAAAAACY/LnTVyfIJk0M/s1600-h/smallwoman+with+theatre+mask+i.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkqD039zFYI/AAAAAAAAACY/LnTVyfIJk0M/s400/smallwoman+with+theatre+mask+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065005675331130754" /></a><br /><br />Woman with a Mask<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Pere-Lachaise Cemetery, Paris<br />2005<br /><br /><br /><br />She was an actor in nineteenth century France. Yet I see her in the present. The image makes me wonder how much we are all actors. How much of our real selves do we present in the everyday? Especially during this decade where we are being watched and all our actions are recorded. Can we say what we really mean?<br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-34863928523067034492007-05-14T12:04:00.000-07:002007-05-15T07:50:31.466-07:00The Dead Lover<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rkiy5bpCOhI/AAAAAAAAABI/dzk5nAgk7ZY/s1600-h/small+file+Pere+Lachaise+Cem+Paris+2005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rkiy5bpCOhI/AAAAAAAAABI/dzk5nAgk7ZY/s400/small+file+Pere+Lachaise+Cem+Paris+2005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064494480720280082" /></a><br /><br />The Dead Lover<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Pere-Lachaise Cemetery, Paris<br />2005<br /><br />She was someone's lover. From the epitaph on the gravestone, scandalous things were said about her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-83533463136828443362007-05-14T09:14:00.000-07:002007-05-16T08:28:58.324-07:00East End Party<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rki2NbpCOiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HzU7aSDnQ-M/s1600-h/2+guys+at+Don+Chanito%27s+party+1999bwiiDSC00734.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/Rki2NbpCOiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HzU7aSDnQ-M/s400/2+guys+at+Don+Chanito%27s+party+1999bwiiDSC00734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064498122852547106" /></a><br /><br />East End Party<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Houston, 1999<br /><br /><br />Birthday party on a Saturday afternoon. The "East End" of Houston is a predominantely Latino neighborhood. <br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-78845537157068428092007-05-14T08:55:00.000-07:002007-05-15T21:15:41.634-07:00Houston Immigration Protest March<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkiIZbpCOdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d5dfPciSsyE/s1600-h/March+2006+protest+Houston.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkiIZbpCOdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d5dfPciSsyE/s400/March+2006+protest+Houston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064447751476099538" /></a><br /><br /><br />Protest I<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Houston, TX<br />March 2006<br /><br />Some of my students attended the march in order to write response essays. We had been arguing all semester about immigration issues. Those who were strongly anti-immigrant were very moved by the event- it changed a lot of minds.<br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-53206442481598880012007-05-14T08:43:00.000-07:002007-05-15T07:50:05.855-07:00Two Girls<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkiEfLpCOcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/B2RwdOT3r_Q/s1600-h/small+file+DSC_0199.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkiEfLpCOcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/B2RwdOT3r_Q/s400/small+file+DSC_0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064443452213836226" /></a><br /><br />Two Girls<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Houston, TX<br />May 2007<br /><br /><br /><br />A long time ago I used to take lots of photos and show them in exhibits. After being involved in the art world for a while, I realized that type of environment was not conducive to my artistic production and well being. Now that I am in academia, I find that I may not take as many photos, but they feel less pressured. No more art exhibits. Since 1998, I have concentrated on producing photographs for the books I write. After some serious thought, I decided the web would be another good place to show them. I think the main issue about producing art is for it to be accessible- anyone should be able to see and enjoy the images.<br /><br />This photo was taken at a wedding in Houston in May 2007. It was not meant to be a "wedding picture" per se, although the family asked me to photograph the event. I did it as a favor and gift. At the same time, I find this image of the two girls full of a type of innocence that is not over run with nostalgia.<br /><br />As I begin this photography site, I want to thank my professor, photographer George Krause --who taught me how to see.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891120837193893009.post-91305066628996855652007-05-14T00:39:00.000-07:002007-05-15T07:50:20.137-07:00Hand Imprint<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkifO7pCOfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/chuHAa8XgWQ/s1600-h/Hand++P7240509.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_udYqNEbKVv0/RkifO7pCOfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/chuHAa8XgWQ/s400/Hand++P7240509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064472859854911986" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hand Imprint - San Isidro Cemetery<br />Marie-Theresa Hernández<br />Sugar Land TX, 2004<br /><br />This photograph will be the frontispiece of my forthcoming book "Cemeteries of Ambivalent Desire: Narratives of the Deep South in a Texas Graveyard," published by Texas A&M Press.<br /><br />This piece of concrete was laying by the fence between the Latino and the Black sections of San Isidro Cemetery. Apparently someone made it of spare concrete that had been used to decorate a grave space.<br /><br />The image is intriguing. It is a striking symbol of the inverted and spotted memories residing in San Isidro.<br /><br />© Photo and Text<br />Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.<div class="blogger-post-footer">© Text and Photography. Copyright 2007 by Marie-Theresa Hernández. All rights reserved.</div>Marie-Theresa Hernándezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512155789338075953noreply@blogger.com0