<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630394791073082624</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:04:30.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallory Qualls Past Work</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630394791073082624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz6vUHIGGZk/So438WHjlFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7KXcn7piG9g/S220/MalloryQuallsHS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630394791073082624.post-4277875049988727826</id><published>2010-03-16T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:50:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser100309215943"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "510", "500", "8", "#333333"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "Untitled"); so.addVariable("userName", "mallorymichelle"); so.addVariable("userId", "43062650@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157623286269016"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "333333"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "8"); so.write("PictoBrowser100309215943"); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series is an exploration of abstract art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a painter creates an abstract painting, they are creating an image that originates in their imagination. Pollock’s drip paintings, for example, are a physical manifestation of his self-expression. The photographer does not have this luxury, regardless of the content of the image that they create, what they capture will always contain an element of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While exploring this series I have questioned, can photography truly be abstract?  My images are not a creation of my imagination; rather they are manipulated scenes, rooted in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630394791073082624-4277875049988727826?l=malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630394791073082624/posts/default/4277875049988727826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630394791073082624/posts/default/4277875049988727826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-flash-player-here-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz6vUHIGGZk/So438WHjlFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7KXcn7piG9g/S220/MalloryQuallsHS.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630394791073082624.post-2501997879533907659</id><published>2009-10-04T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:35:07.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PictoBrowser091004132003"&gt;Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser/swfobject.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var so = new SWFObject("http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf", "PictoBrowser", "500", "500", "8", "#333333"); so.addVariable("source", "sets"); so.addVariable("names", "Circles of Confusion "); so.addVariable("userName", "mallorymichelle"); so.addVariable("userId", "43062650@N00"); so.addVariable("ids", "72157607170281409"); so.addVariable("titles", "on"); so.addVariable("displayNotes", "on"); so.addVariable("thumbAutoHide", "off"); so.addVariable("imageSize", "medium"); so.addVariable("vAlign", "mid"); so.addVariable("vertOffset", "0"); so.addVariable("colorHexVar", "333333"); so.addVariable("initialScale", "off"); so.addVariable("bgAlpha", "8"); so.write("PictoBrowser091004132003");    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Circles of Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By Mallory Qualls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I was going to grow up and become a Supreme Court Justice. I would take the hardest courses in high school, go to a prominent college, an even more exclusive law school and continue working my way up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my father passed away I realized that the paths in life aren’t as clear as we would like them to be. As I grow older, I come to know that the past is easy to forget, the future is impossible to predict, and the present is difficult to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The photographer is immersed in darkness. Only partially&lt;br /&gt;does the light hit his eyes. Partially. How can photography&lt;br /&gt;see consistency when there is only a dim light that doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;unveil the whole?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Massimiliano Tommaso Rezza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630394791073082624-2501997879533907659?l=malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630394791073082624/posts/default/2501997879533907659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630394791073082624/posts/default/2501997879533907659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malloryquallspastwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-flash-player-here-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mallory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dz6vUHIGGZk/So438WHjlFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7KXcn7piG9g/S220/MalloryQuallsHS.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
