Cameron Hampton is a painter, photographer, illustrator, cinematographer, animator and writer.
She now works in Georgia, London and NYC.
The Many Modes of My Art Studio Cat Assistants
My art studio is small and well used. It is just a little converted bedroom with an open walk in closet in the back of my home. One floor to ceiling window looks out on a pocket of a wooded forest with a little lake that I can see through a pattern of oak and pine trees. Occasionally a turkey or small herd of deer will walk past my window. Out of this wooded forest is where all of my art studio cat assistants have come from. They all showed up meowing, hungry, thirsty, and sometimes pregnant and needing a trip to the vet.
Creating In Sketchbooks
“Draw. Draw. Draw. Draw. Draw. Get sketchbooks and draw. Draw everything. Draw every day of your life. Draw what you see. Draw from life. Draw from your mind’s eye. You’ll be surprised as to what you can create.”
How to Recycle Pastel Dust to Create New Pastels
How to Recycle Pastel Dust to Create New Pastels If you are an artist that uses soft pastels as much as I do, you know the amount of dust that is created while drawing with the medium. Good quality pastels can be very expensive. Most good quality soft pastels cost between three to seven dollars per pastel stick. It is a shame to waste the dust they produce.
“When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.” – Leonardo da Vinci
Jack the Ripper
She was found lying on her back at the entrance of a gated stable in Buck’s Row, Whitechapel London at around 3:40 in the morning on August 31, 1888, with her neck cut back to her spine. The car man who discovered her body, Charles Allan Cross, thought she was a discarded tarpaulin. Later, when she was carted to the Old Montague Street Mortuary, Inspector Spratling and Dr. Llewellyn found that her injuries, mostly done postmortem, were far worse. This was the sad ending of Mary Ann Nichols and many of the other murder victims of Jack the Ripper.
Different Time Better Fit
Have you ever felt that you belong in a different time? I feel that way every day of my life. I don’t fit in. I’m an introvert; a natural born socially distanced, shy and barely a member of today’s society, weirdo.
I live in the southern United States. You know the place where kudzu overgrows unwitting backyard lawn chair snoozers, where the humidity and the temperature are usually equal, creating air so thick you can see and swallow it and where insects grow to prehistoric sizes and intimidations.
There is nothing more exhilarating for me than exploring city streets with my cameras. Street photography has been my bliss for nearly ten years. One of the best things I’ve learned over the years photographing on city streets is that being inconspicuous is a great way to capture a good shot. I usually achieve this by using my smartphones. With smartphones small size and the assumption that most people that are using them are tourist taking snaps, it has become much easier to photograph candid, honest moments on public streets.