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.
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