I first met Holly Moore in the fall of 1984 when all of the
kids from the various feeder schools arrived at Coosa High School as freshmen. We became friends but lost contact with each other for a few years when we both
graduated and went our separate ways.
Eventually, mutual friends and mutual projects brought us back in to
contact, and it seems that the friendship from high school picked up right
where it had left off years earlier. By
this time, Holly had established herself as a person who really supported all
of the arts in Rome. And all of the
artists. It didn't matter if it was
paintings, poetry readings, photography, theater, music or anything else. Pretty much any local artist that needed an
outlet found it at Imagine Hair and Art Studio. A big
part of Holly's life was about creating. I believe she loved enabling others to do it as much as she enjoyed creating herself
Holly and I had already worked on projects together when she called me
and told me that she had been selected to direct Rome Little Theater's
production of Dracula. She asked me to
do photos of the cast. Without even
having to think about it, I said yes. I
owned lighting gear, several cameras, fog machines, and had a professional
photography website but I didn't see myself as any sort of artist. At that time, photography, to me, was all
about the technical stuff such as f-stops, shutter speed, monolight
watt-seconds, and many other highly objective details. I didn't consider what I did as art. If anyone refereed to me as an artist, I would explain
that what happens in front of the camera (the actors/models along with the work
of the make up / hair / wardrobe people) was the art. I just press the button on a electronic gadget
to hopefully document it all.
It was hot on the night that we did the photos of the entire
Dracula cast. Actors were getting ready everywhere. There were some very impressive costumes,
multiple makeup artists and other volunteers were assisting, and it dawned on
me that we had a tremendous amount of photos to take and a very limited time to
get it all accomplished. I was a bit
intimidated and I really didn't have a clue of what to do. Holly had very specific visions of
what each character should being portraying in the photos. I had no visions at all and I didn't want to
screw up her ideas. My only initial goal was to move things along as quickly
as possible because it was hot, actors were standing around in heavy clothing
and make up, and moving at a quick pace is essential to keep everyone happy.
At one point, I remember seeing Michael
Hillman, who played Renfield, standing in a straightjacket. Behind me, there was an old alleyway that originally had been sealed with bricks, but now there was an opening big enough
for me to squeeze through. I told Holly
"I want to try something, but it will take me a few minutes to set it
up." She said go for it. For the next 10 minutes, I spent time that we
didn't really have crawling through that opening and stumbling over 100 year
old cans and other garbage as I carried light stands, gels, and cords. The logical appropriate thing that Holly should have said to me would have been "Get out of there and quit wasting time before you get hurt." The logical thing she should have said to a bystander is "What is that fool doing?" But she didn't At one point, I heard her make the
statement to someone (I think Sarah Smith, who was present and provided a
tremendous amount of help) "When he gets like this, you just have to get
out of his way and let him go with it. I
don't know what he has in mind, but it will be worth it." Finally, lights and fog machines were in
place, I crawled back down the alley, Michel jumped up in the opening and instantly became Renfield, and I snapped a few quick photos.
The Renfiled photos turned out to be among my most favorite
images that I personally have shot, but something even more significant to my personal
journey happened that night. It definitely wasn't the first time that someone
had given me free reign and let me run with an idea. But hearing Holly tell someone "...you just have to get out
of his way and let him go with it.... it will be worth it" gradually
changed my whole perspective. It's very
difficult to explain why, but an oversimplified explanation is that production
of Dracula, like everything Holly did, was very important to her and she worked
long hours to see her vision realized, yet she was willing to allow me to take
the time that we didn't really have to spare and trust me enough to let me run
with an idea. Hearing "...it will be worth it," from her, provided me with some inner validation that I lacked at that time. Later, it dawned on me that she realized that I had something significant to contribute at a time when I really wasn't aware of that myself. Like so much of what she successfully
strived to facilitate, that photo was a unifying collaboration of many
different people. Much credit goes to
Michael Hillman, who replaced Tom Waits in my mind as the actor that I will
always associate as Renfield. Someone else
sewed a great straight jacket and some more folks did a great job of makeup. The person who brought it all together, and
provided the guidance as it unfolded was Holly. In this particular instance, the lights were
all on Michael, and Holly stood off to the side out of camera view, where she
was completely content to be.
Ultimately, it was that comment, made by Holly that night,
that made me realize how I can fit in. A
couple years later, as a result primarily of that comment, I'm more confident than what I previously
was. I take on projects that previously
I would have passed on to someone else.
And so much of that goes back to that single comment, made by Holly,
that I probably wasn't even intended to hear.
Holly helped me find my place as a somewhat pseudo-artist
who now tremendously enjoys taking pictures. I'm comfortable and satisfied in that space that she helped me find, and I intend to keep learning and growing.
And there are many more people out there who were helped to find their
place by the work that she constantly took on.
Prior to the Dracula production, and after it wrapped, Holly
and I worked on many projects together. Some of the photos in this blog are
from various projects over the years. Any if anyone momentarily thinks "These photos are really good," it should be realized that these photos would be considerably less good without the participation of Holly. That is why these photos are here in this blog.
One
of the many reasons that I enjoyed working with Holly is that she completely
lacked the ego that some in the art community have. Her work never had the "look at me"
attitude that is frequently encountered. She was a teacher, makeup artist, director,
and so much more. In each of these roles,
she excelled yet was never boastful or egotistical. She could have been if she wanted to be because
she definitely had the skills and abilities to back up an ego. But she was always just as happy back stage, directing,
teaching, or standing behind me while I snapped pictures of others.
The last project that we started together was Rome Little
Theater's Frankenstein. Holly had been selected
to direct and once again teamed up with Producer Carol Murchland (From RLT's
Dracula). Holly and Carol got the project off of
the ground, auditioned and selected a great cast, and had everything moving
along nicely. And then the cancer that
we all hoped was under control flared up and required Holly to step down in order to direct her energy
into her treatment. Michael Hillman
stepped in to direct an outstanding play that finished it's run yesterday
afternoon. Later on the same evening,
Holly left us too.
As life progresses, we all get more and more accustomed to
death depriving us of those we love.
Friends, and relatives pass away and it's always difficult to deal
with. Sometimes, the words of others are
said with good intentions, but bring little comfort. I think my coping skills are adequate, and I
usually process grief as well as anyone. This time, it hit like a ton of bricks. Twice in my life, following the death of
someone I care about, I was left feeling bitter, angry and cheated. The first occasion was when my oldest brother
passed away unexpectedly at point in his life where he had achieved a lot of satisfaction. He was close to retirement, he had saw all of
his children grow up and stand on their own, and there were some grand children
who had recently arrived that his entire world revolved around. He was taken from all of us at a time when he
was very much still needed by us all.
I have the same feeling today.
There are still many rewarding projects that I hoped to work on with
Holly. There is a big hole in the arts
community. Rome Little Theater still
needs her. Imagine Hair and Art Studio,
her staff, and students still need her.
Phil, her sister, nephew, and parents along with a great many others
still need her. I miss my friend, but a
horribly negative thing (Cancer) has deprived us of her physical presence.
Last night, and today really sucks.
I do not want to feel this way, but to a certain extent,
I've always felt that a person is entitled to feel how ever he or she feels. Today, I feel like laying on the couch, and doing nothing. I definitely don't feel like picking up a camera. Allowing these feelings to remain isn't an option. That would be a tremendously wrong thing and contradictory to everything that Holly stood for. Holly continued to work, and enable others, despite fatigue and some severe physical pain. Today, there are a lot of others carrying on the mission despite some overwhelming emotional pain. So my goal for today is that when I click "submit" on this blog, the anger and bitterness may not go away, but I'm going to get up and carry on. I'm going to wash a few backdrops, cut some limbs on a trail to get ready for a lighting workshop, and start training for my first ever 5K. Tomorrow, I'll pick up a camera again, and take some pictures. Hopefully, the pictures will turn out good, and if so, a lot of credit will go to Holly. I know that carrying on will make the bitterness start to fade away because it has no reason to remain. I can put my focus on where it needs to be, and that's moving on from this state of angry self-pity by being thankful for the friendship, guidance, and inspiration that comes from knowing such a unique and rare person.
