Cindy Knull

Greetings!

When I was six years old, my mother gave me a diary. I remember very distinctly that it was red with a little brass lock. This began my journey into recording the details of my everyday life. Writing has always been a love of mine and a necessary part of my self expression. While in school working towards my English degree, I had the opportunity to visit the John Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles. To my great pleasure, the feature exhibits consisted of many great Masters of Photography. One of whom was the great Andre Kertesz. I immediately fell in love with his ability to form the perfect snapshot and felt something inside myself completely identify. It was upon reading a quote by Mr. Kertesz that I went home and promptly changed my major to Photography. The words were simply, "I write with light."

I'm a street shooter at heart, who people hire when they want honest and intelligent images documenting personal events. I dabble in portraiture. I run half marathons. And write, a lot.

I'm currently working on several personal projects. One of which is my first novel.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

The City I Love

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I love this city so much. When I am there I feel connected to a world that is vast and full and exciting. I am surrounded by ethnicities and color and culture that is missing from my life in sub-rural Ohio. I am surrounded by the poverty, the desperation, the dreams, the rich, the haves and the have nots. And that makes me feel alive. I am part of that nucleus of humanity that struggles and fights and also the humanity that receives good things for no other reason than the universe has designated them to have instead of lack. I am surrounded by those who feel they are entitled and by those who are gracious to accept and be thankful for what they have. On any given day I am subjected to numerous languages spoken in converstation, argument, and/or happiness. I am nourished by the beautiful sunshine and the warmth that it brings. The palm trees that bring joy to my spirit and the wonderful magnificent ocean that brings calm to my soul and peace to my heart. I am reminded of the rich history of cinema and those who came to fulfill a desire to be somebody. And became somebody. The infamy, the fame, the agony, the rejection, the thrill of seeing and feeling and hearing one’s name called on the ballot…”The Oscar goes to…” it all happens here in this city, the magical, beautiful, exciting city that I love so much. Los Angeles. The city of angels.

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