Feeling safer by the minute.
Protect me. Protect me harder.
I'm more afraid of this:
And the implications of this:
and this:
18 November 2010
Don't forget to be afraid
Feeling safer by the minute.
Protect me. Protect me harder.
I'm more afraid of this:
And the implications of this:
and this:
11 November 2010
10 November 2010
PUBLIC SERVICE PLEDGE OF THE WEEK
I promise that should the occasion for a public display of affection reveal itself, McBoy and I will dutifully refrain from making vacuum hose / slurping noises while plastered to the train seat.
30 October 2010
29 October 2010
28 October 2010
PUBLIC SERVICE PLEDGE OF THE WEEK
I promise to never mutilate, dismember, nor apply fire to doll parts in the name of art.
In fact, I pledge never to use plastic doll parts in art, ever.
In fact, I pledge never to use plastic doll parts in art, ever.
26 October 2010
20 October 2010
17 October 2010
step, step, leap
I stayed up too late again reading Freya Stark's biography, Passionate Nomad. She kept a base in Italy but spent months and years at a time traveling in the Middle East. Eventually writing and mapmaking for the Royal Geographical Society. The best thing about her was that at first her wanderings and inquiries were rather formless and vague (learning for learning's sake), not to say that she wasn't completely determined and a hard worker, she just didn't see the shape of what she was doing until her late 30s. This is inspiring and a consolation! I forget life is long in many ways and it's important to go at one's own pace. I have a tendency to become obsessed with overly interested in stories about very young artists and photographers who are making work and having much success very early. At the same time, I resist speed and snappy communication at every turn.
I'm learning to play the piano for the first time at age 33, I'm not in a hurry, and I cherish the silence and concentration that I find in between each note. Allowing myself to be a beginner, and move forward step by step. I'd like to find ways to bring the same patience and enjoyment of the process into my photography work, which feels like it's in a big hurry.
I'm learning to play the piano for the first time at age 33, I'm not in a hurry, and I cherish the silence and concentration that I find in between each note. Allowing myself to be a beginner, and move forward step by step. I'd like to find ways to bring the same patience and enjoyment of the process into my photography work, which feels like it's in a big hurry.
08 October 2010
October
October in paris the weather is scintillating, sun on every wall, a Dali painting, everything goes liquid.
evenings of perfect Fuji Velvia slide light,.
the air is crispening,
smudge of woodsmoke in the sky that wasn't there before, ankles chill when left exposed.
I wake up chewing the air.
there is a lot going on in my little heart as she sleeps. border crossings.
blue city, long window panes,
scarves and green even in winter parks
a place with high ceilings and roselight. early dark.
See the dream in front of you as you live it/autumn/heart over fire.
20 September 2010
17 September 2010
Paris Marseille Paris Perpignan Paris
A bit of movement in the past few weeks. I went to Marseille to visit friends and wandered the city and the old port and went climbing in the Calanques (white cliffs with rock beaches) and swam in the sea and then came back to Paris for just 48 hours before another early morning train to Perpignan for Visa pour l'Image, the photojournalism festival. It was my first time at Visa and it was dizzying. Met many new people and ran into people I hadn't seen in years. Many inspiring panel discussions and projections of photographs. Then another early morning train on one hour of sleep back to Paris to assist Peter Turnley with a street photography workshop for one week. Now back to my portrait series and scribbling in notebooks and watching autumn creep through the city.
25 August 2010
11 August 2010
07 August 2010
05 August 2010
04 August 2010
15 July 2010
27 June 2010
16 June 2010
06 June 2010
01 June 2010
25 May 2010
19 May 2010
14 May 2010
10 May 2010
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
If you're thinking what I'm thinking, you're thinking:1. Are we in Rotterdam?
2. Huxta needs to get her ass back there with a 4x5 camera.
3. Too bad there's such a clampdown on skaters in this area.
Friends, we're not in Rotterdam, we're in Paris, in the quartier of Beaugrenelle, near the Eiffel Tower and along the Seine River. I spent a lot of time wandering this spot with my camera in 2001 and 2002 while dogsitting for a friend who lived in one of the towers. It was a vacation from my life in a tiny room. Built in the 70s, this residential and commercial center is one of the few areas in Paris with skyscrapers, but the area slowly emptied out over the years. One of the towers was completely abandoned; birds circulated through the windows. This year the city demolished the tower and is in the process of renovating the whole area. The French architectural firm, Valode & Pistre, responsible for designing Bercy Village, won the renovation contract and plan to recreate a massive shopping and business center.
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