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(no subject) [May. 13th, 2010|11:47 pm]
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i reread ms. mouse with interest.
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(no subject) [May. 7th, 2010|02:21 am]
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return
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the Late Show at Cornerstone Sonoma [Sep. 19th, 2009|05:50 pm]
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Shirley Watts' honeycomb patio installation is invisible by daylight. I literally walked past it four times without noticing. Only in twilight does it begin to make sense. Candles behind amber glass, concrete hexagons dripping with ochre encaustic, playful paper arcs mimicking the flight patterns of bees, and bee-friendly plantings throughout describe her intentions as a summertime bee advocate. Watts herself cuts a striking figure in shoulder-length hair, steel grey from the root with the final inch dipped in black, like white carnations with their stems in a jar of ink. I watched her light candles, one from another, to prepare for evening and to make her display the most lived-in and navigable.



John Greenlee's meadow is the meat of the show. Constructed entirely of his signature drought-tolerant grasses and anchored by an unfortunate sculpture from Stephen Glassman, its nature is diffuse and sprawling, with corners to round, hills to climb, and vistas to take in. In portions where the grass is high enough to surround and isolate, the meadow makes a child out of the viewer, recalling summers spent stretching curfews and bivouacs made with a knapsack and a comic book. Greenlee's concept that the right plants in the right place will do the heavy lifting is exemplified here as his meadow at Cornerstone is situated on a septic mound, which his grasses and sedges not only tolerate but actively clean and abate.




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(no subject) [Aug. 31st, 2009|05:13 pm]
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I've never photographed outside of English before. I've always been able to direct and disarm sitters with language-based charm. I had Leigh Ann run thru the Spanish words for chin, shoulders, and nose but couldn't bring myself to speak at all. Every sitting was silent. My usual pantomimes worked well enough and once or twice I put my hands on them and moved the muscles into place, but largely they just stepped in front of the camera and got it. And it could be because they were dancers and knew how to present their bodies, but I also think it's because everybody speaks 4x5, regardless of their mother tongue. It's instantly apprehend-able. Big camera, slow moves. Tripod, sandbags, weight.
Some of the dancers stood behind me afterward and watched their teammates in front of the camera and I got this weird sensation of carnival curiosity.

Neil told me for the second time that he can't find a good reason to shoot film anymore -- all of his new work is on the 5D with the swing/tilt lens -- but this weekend's language-less shoot really puts my faith back in the process of large format. I need the film to be expensive. I need each pose to cost me something. I need the stillness of the shooting process to cause a stillness in the sitter. Erika Larsen says something similar in an interview linked below. I like that she is silent during her portrait sittings -- something I've always marveled at in Neil's shooting is that infinite trust of silence -- trust that the sitter won't just get up and walk out on you. Trust that you don't have to engage them to get the image out of them. Erika explains in the interview a moment when she realized she didn't have to say so much because the final photograph would reveal the answers better than she could articulate the questions.

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(no subject) [Aug. 31st, 2009|01:59 am]
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Shit. I'm here again because I can't get my new blog to embed into the website. I'm such a joke when it comes to web work. I pretend like I know what the hell I'm doing but miadzin is the brain. I dare not even copy & paste when he's not around.

I feel like a kid on these pages. The interface is brightly colored and a little patronizing. Livejournal is a delivery system for youth. Enthusiastic misspellings and badly coded image links. But I remember everything. I remember scrolling at top speed thru desire2inspire shunting it directly to my unconscious for processing. I remember following elysesewell & imomus religiously, and the lifetimes of sartorial education I got at the hands of foto_decadent, fakingfashion, bygonefashion, and maleeditorials. And I remember all of my peers -- visual & journalistic -- blogs that cause a full-stop of the scroll wheel. Dead in my tracks. squeela, sigh_gone, favonian, thaumata, bennybunny, mala_noche, strokethyfrost.

So, until my grown-up blog materializes, I'm back to youth. Take none of this seriously.

In the background a good portion of Los Angeles continues to burn and in the foreground dancers from El Colegio del Cuerpo of Cartagena perform site work at the California Plaza. This particular slideshow kicks enormous amounts of ass, much to my surprise, and I'm going to find a way to work some of the images into the permanent website.

Leigh Ann called the night before to tell me about the noon show, which turned out to be the best work they would perform all weekend -- and then later she got me into the rehearsal space to pull the dancers aside for portraits. The film is in a box beside me as I type and I can't wait to get to the lab tomorrow. I always get the jitters and wonder if I'll mix the chemistry badly and ruin irreplaceable hours. I've never worried about pixels in the same way. But I've also never carried magnets in my pockets.

I'm behind on not two but three separate jobs, not to mention a mountain of email, wedding planning & I want to watch the English Patient with Jason. That is all.
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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2009|11:51 pm]
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speak
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(no subject) [Apr. 29th, 2009|11:37 pm]
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I saw you in a perfect place. Its gonna happen soon
but not today. So go to sleep and make the change.
Ill meet you here tomorrow

one. trick. pony.Collapse )
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this is a portrait of basil, waisa waisa, et al, on her daybed [Mar. 12th, 2009|04:05 pm]
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this is emma, who will drive my volkswagen when she turns 16 [Mar. 12th, 2009|04:00 pm]
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this is one of my better photographs of andrew, who modeled as a child to support his family [Mar. 12th, 2009|03:51 pm]
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