‘creek at zurich avenue’
there was a creek dug maybe eighty or a hundred years ago to drain this swamp and the adjacent swamps that are now dozens of acres of blueberry fields. the land is still very low, and therefore still has the qualities and vegetation of a swamp, but without the winding serpentine qualities of its waters’ aimless flow.
while the idea that someone did this hits a nerve in my twenty-first siecle eco-geeko perspective: those were different times. at least they were in the end trying to produce something from the land. and while draining swampland is horribly destructive, what was done then for the pursuit of our old father Agriculture is pale in comparison to the things we do today in the name of our beloved Consumption.
10:00 am • 27 October 2011
sold: color study: set of two royal blue rubber deer.
11:05 am • 26 October 2011 • 3 notes
the township I grew up in decided to demolish my elementary school [Cologne School]. they restructured and centralized the education system in the past few years, and the antiquated school house was simply no longer needed. in hearing the news, I drove over and snapped some pics of the place that was the setting for an overwhelming portion of my childhood memories, and foundations in society. other than than the house I grew up in, I spent more time in this one building than I have in any other single building to date.
the poetry of destroying a place so as to destroy the possibility of shedding true light on my memories, on returning to a place only to realize you have painted it too bright in your thoughts, is welcomed and yet bittersweet. knowing my memories of a place that no longer exists can only grow fonder, not being connected to any actual reality any longer is freeing, and at the same time: we do want our places of memory to exist. even if only to know we could go back, that we could return. that possibility is most likely sweeter than this swift and vacant seal of destruction.
these shots pluck at a terminal state, of a building looking back at you uncharacteristically knowing its own fated providence. . both parties in silent exchange, in simultaneous recognition of a brief moment before there are no more moments. there’s a brokenness that I could sense, but I think that was mostly my own conflictions at the time, trying to negotiate how I really saw my years spent there. but more than anything, there was silence.
3:11 am • 23 October 2011 • 4 notes
when you take photos on an old 90s badass film camera (to be documented later), regardless of what you say at the time: you won’t be seeing those photos for quite a while. a few of us went to Saltaire beach on Fire Island at the end of last summer. super relaxing. super chill. though each of us grew up by the beach, beaching a new beach is like listening to a cover of your favorite song: you fell in love with the original a long time ago, but any version just makes you love that first time origin even more.
I shot all of these in a matter of a few minutes packing up, forgetting I had brought any camera at all. in my preDSLR days, I embraced the fun of film, out of kitsch and necessity, stretching the days of the 90s color tones we all recognize in a moment. they lend an instant nostalgia, that I’m not sure is really even nostalgia yet. I think its just too soon to be sad and memorable. instead maybe we can draw out the style, forcing it on our memories of last week, for then the 90s that are gone won’t seem so sad when it is due time to remember them fondly.
12:45 am • 23 October 2011 • 1 note
sold: partial of series: “framing study“
study: “what if the look or framed items is the desired end and irrelevant to content. do the objects take on assumed meaning on the visual treatment, the frames lending as presumption of significance?” or does the lack of content tear at the idea of framing, importance and memory.” arbitrary objects of visual interest framed with care, consideration of color and composition.
4:23 pm • 21 October 2011
featured in an etsy collection: “eat.sleep.live”
4:16 pm • 21 October 2011