Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Against Still Life - Margaret Atwood
Orange in the middle of a table:
It isn't enough
to walk around it
at a distance, saying
it's an orange:
nothing to do
with us, nothing
else: leave it alone
I want to pick it up
in my hand
I want to peel the
skin off; I want
more to be said to me
than just Orange:
want to be told
everything it has to say
And you, sitting across
the table, at a distance, with
your smile contained, and like the orange
in the sun: silent:
Your silence
isn't enough for me
now, no matter with what
contentment you fold
your hands together; I want
anything you can say
in the sunlight:
stories of your various
childhoods, aimless journeyings,
your loves; your articulate
skeleton; your posturings; your lies.
These orange silences
(sunlight and hidden smile)
make me want to
wrench you into saying;
now I'd crack your skull
like a walnut, split it like a pumpkin
to make you talk, or get
a look inside
But quietly:
if I take the orange
with care enough and hold it
gently
I may find
an egg
a sun
an orange moon
perhaps a skull; center
of all energy
resting in my hand
can change it to
whatever I desire
it to be
and you, man, orange afternoon
lover, wherever
you sit across from me
(tables, trains, buses)
if I watch
quietly enough
and long enough
at last, you will say
(maybe without speaking)
(there are mountains
inside your skull
garden and chaos, ocean
and hurricane; certain
corners of rooms, portraits
of great grandmothers, curtains
of a particular shade;
your deserts; your private
dinosaurs; the first
woman)
all I need to know
tell me
everything
just as it was
from the beginning.
It isn't enough
to walk around it
at a distance, saying
it's an orange:
nothing to do
with us, nothing
else: leave it alone
I want to pick it up
in my hand
I want to peel the
skin off; I want
more to be said to me
than just Orange:
want to be told
everything it has to say
And you, sitting across
the table, at a distance, with
your smile contained, and like the orange
in the sun: silent:
Your silence
isn't enough for me
now, no matter with what
contentment you fold
your hands together; I want
anything you can say
in the sunlight:
stories of your various
childhoods, aimless journeyings,
your loves; your articulate
skeleton; your posturings; your lies.
These orange silences
(sunlight and hidden smile)
make me want to
wrench you into saying;
now I'd crack your skull
like a walnut, split it like a pumpkin
to make you talk, or get
a look inside
But quietly:
if I take the orange
with care enough and hold it
gently
I may find
an egg
a sun
an orange moon
perhaps a skull; center
of all energy
resting in my hand
can change it to
whatever I desire
it to be
and you, man, orange afternoon
lover, wherever
you sit across from me
(tables, trains, buses)
if I watch
quietly enough
and long enough
at last, you will say
(maybe without speaking)
(there are mountains
inside your skull
garden and chaos, ocean
and hurricane; certain
corners of rooms, portraits
of great grandmothers, curtains
of a particular shade;
your deserts; your private
dinosaurs; the first
woman)
all I need to know
tell me
everything
just as it was
from the beginning.
Labels:
Black and White Photography,
Margaret Atwood,
Oranges,
Poetry
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Interiors
I kind of love the Japanese subtitles on this. Not that I know what they say. Regardless, I was given Interiors on dvd for my birthday, and I've been really interested in an idea that's pretty prevalent in it - the permanance of architecture in the face of family/emotional/traumatic history (sounds pretentious, i know). I'm really interested in the way the space never changes throughout the course of the film, traumatic events occur throughout the course of the film in the homes of it's characters, but the spaces themselves remain completely unchanged, motionless. People move through them, coming and going, leaving barely a trace on the spaces they occupy, disapearing into the ocean. This all makes me very uncomfortable.
Labels:
Archictecture,
Diane Keaton,
Interiors,
Long Island,
Woody Allen
Friday, May 22, 2009
Marc Hundley
Marc Hundley, Vulgar, the Lack of Compassion for the Lives of , 33 x 22 inches, Ink on paper, 2009
I picked this up last night at Bellweather's new show "A SONG FOR THOSE IN SEACH OF WHAT THEY CAME WITH", which I highly recommend. I can't find any real information on the artist online, other than a group show at Rivington Arms in 2003 and a Butt Magazine and New York Times Magazine fashion spread from 2008. Anyone know anything about them? Am I totally blind? His work was pretty rad; theres got to be more information out there if he was featured in the times and showed at Rivington Arms.
Labels:
Bellweather Gallery,
Marc Hundley,
Newsprint,
Vulgarian
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Bushwick Open Studios Interview
There's a short interview with me and photographer Brea Souders about the work I'll be showing during the Bushwick Open Studios with Christina Aceto June 6th & 7th over at the BOS BLOG. Go check it out, i think it came out pretty well, if I may say so. I even got a haircut for the occasion.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
The Things I Once Owned
Item 1: Day Planner. 20 x 20", Digital C-Print, 2009.
The beginnings of a new project, photographing the things I've collected in my parent's attic in the ten years they lived in their house, which they are now moving out of on account of my dad losing his job.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
We're All Photographers Now! at NY Photo Festival
One of my images was included in the slideshow at the NY Photo Festival. Not an amazing feat, since anyone could submit images that would automatically be included, but it's still really interesting to think about how instantaneous and fleeting the internet has made the way we experience individual photographs. I watched the slideshow for a few minutes while I was at the photo festival this weekend, and it felt like you'd miss something if you turned away for a second. I may not have liked many of the images in the slide show during the time I was watching, but that was almost the point. The constant barrage of images seemed more important than the images themselves.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Cory Archangel Gradient Works
Really interesting conversation about Cory Archangel's piece in the New Museum here. I, personally, am in the "totally amazing" camp.
Labels:
Art Fag City,
Cory Archangel,
Gradients,
New Museum,
Photoshop,
Younger Than Jesus
Open Studio
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Caitlin Price
Caitlin Price's photographs of sunbathers feel really sad, and kind of remind me of A Time to Leave by Francois Ozon, though I didn't really love that film. Found via The Exposure Project.
Labels:
Beaches,
Caitlin Prince,
Fracois Ozon,
Photography,
Sunbathers
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Blue Coat / Sunset
I'm pretty sure I've already posted this, but looking over it yesterday at home I really fell in love with it again. So here we are.
Labels:
Brooklyn,
Bushwick,
Sunset,
Surveillance,
Winter Jackets,
Zines
Friday, May 1, 2009
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