30 June 2009

even more shearing festival, fabius, ny
31 may 2009 // miss you gill

29 June 2009

a special thank you to jeff hamada for posting my work on his wonderful art blog booooooom! this morning.

28 June 2009

my work made it onto the feed of creative review website this morning!

sunday night when i cleaned the house
i find the card where you wrote it out
with the pictures (from my) mother

27 June 2009

happy twenty-first girl
stephanie, quarry // 20 may 2009

26 June 2009

prepare for takeoff.
the time draws nigh for me to depart this place (preferably by balloon)
nathan // 19 june 2009

just sorting through a box of things ive saved and found this letter from meg, it made me laugh. (she sent it with a beautiful print of her own designs, hence all the print references.)

25 June 2009

swinging a credit card like a scythe
through the meadows of golden merchandise.

today is the day she stops looking at faces
and starts assessing the labels of purses;

so let it begin. let her be dipped in the dazzling bounty
and raised and wrung out again and again.

and let us watch.
as the gods in olden stories

turned mortals into laurel trees and crows
to teach them some kind of lesson,

so we turned into americans
to learn something about loneliness.

// excerpt from "at the galleria shopping mall" by tony hoagland
found in the july/august 2009 issue of 'poetry' magazine

'imagine' the peace ballad of john+yoko
montreal museum of fine arts // 06 june 2009

23 June 2009

the church i went to as a child
holy trinity church // webster, ny
11 june 2009
my fortune today. what if there was a whole cult following who looked solely to fortune cookies for guidance in their lives. its interesting how everything can have some relevancy depending on how you look at it.

21 June 2009

John Baldessari, Solving Each Problem as It Arises,
1966-68. Acrylic on canvas, 59 x 46 inches. from here

saw waking life on thursday for the first time since freshman year, its really strange how differently ive perceived it this time. honestly the first time i saw it i dont think i got much out of it. this time, however, its interesting to reflect on what i perceived and which parts i really related with. i think this is due to my being more acutely aware of what matters to me, allowing me to focus in on these parts.

i like this part because they discuss photography in relation to god and holiness. i often find myself caught up in these holy moments, i think thats why i am so quiet most of the time and so drawn to the mediums of photography and cinema and the constructs of buddhism for they all allow you to reflect and submerse yourself in these moments to a larger degree.

i also like this
part for the way in which the woman describes her view of her life as if she is observing her life from the perspective of an old woman about to die - thats exactly how i feel about my life almost all of the time, ive never been able to explain it as clearly as she does here. i often feel like i have already lived and am about to die - i think thats why i feel this immense urgency to do things, and sometimes i feel viscerally jolted when i realize i am only 20 and can actually influence what is going on in my present surroundings.

life feels a lot like this song today

20 June 2009

charity shop // 09 june 2009

't was a long parting, but the time
for interview had come;
before the judgment-seat of God,
the last and second time

these fleshless lovers met,
a heaven in a gaze,
a heaven of heavens, the privilege
of one another's eyes.

no lifetime set on them,
apparalled as the new
unborn, except they had beheld,
born everlasting now.

was bridal e'er like this?
a paradise, the host,
and cherubim and seraphim
the most familiar guest.

// xv. resurrection by emily dickinson

18 June 2009

we might be aliens
montreal, qc // 06 june 2009

17 June 2009

evan, 13 june 2009
new work for hand series
i was watching cnn today + was really fascinated when they began talking about the conflict regarding the iranian election whilst showing video clips civilians had posted to facebook, youtube + twitter. im not sure why it was so jolting to see a mass communication news network showing amateur video that were posted to these sites, its just seemed really strange to me that the paths of two strikingly different things crossed in such a big way. it really gets you thinking about the role of 'trained' photographers + videographers in mass journalism in the (very near) future, is there still a demand for this? who really knows for sure.

16 June 2009

more from the shearing festival
31 may 2009
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

// 'mirror' by sylvia plath

15 June 2009

i love this video/song/man

sequential (happy unintentional match up on film)
02 june 2009

13 June 2009

25 may 2009

11 June 2009

i like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does
not touch you.
it seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

as all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
you are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

i like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
it sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly,
cooing like a dove.
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does
not reach you:
let me come to be still in your silence.

and let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
you are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

i like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
one word then, one smile, is enough.
and i am happy, happy that it's not true.

// xv i like for you to be still. by pablo neruda
mmmm yes yes yes.

07 June 2009

"but who cant sleep like a log in a solitary cabin in the woods you wake up in the late morning so refreshed and realizing the universe namelessly: the universe is an angel - but easy enough to say when youve had your escape from the gooky city turn into a success and its finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for 'cities' at last you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evening will unfold like paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds - so i tell myself 'be wise'"

excerpt from 'big sur' by jack kerouac
my summers all seemingly fall back into the beat movement

04 June 2009

one collapses and surrenders
not out of choice
or lack of intelligence
or bad teeth
or bad diet

one surrenders
because that's the BEST MOVIE

once i was so disgusted
with the working of things
that i dialed the time
and listened to the voice
over and over again:

"it's now 10:18 and 20 seconds
it's now 10:18 and 30 seconds..."

i didn't like the voice
and i didn't care what time it was

yet i listened.

satisfied now
i'm glad somebody stole my last watch
it was so difficult to read

satisfied now
i've got a new one

it has a black face and
white hands

and i sit there and watch
the second hand
the minute hand
the hour hand
as outside
caterpillars crawl my walls
and finally fall
like empires
like old dead loves
and new loves

night's best

with my black-faced watch
with white hands.

// 'time' by charles bukowski, from the book "what matters most is how well you walk through the fire"

03 June 2009

what i found on my trip // 26 may 2009

womb, 30 may 2009
(part of a new series ive started exploring hands)


01 June 2009

sunday 31 may
6th annual shearing festival // fabius, ny