today was for free

this year so far

farmers market

Hey everyone!

I know, I know it's been months. It's been a wild summer and many beautiful events and actions have taken place. There were ups and downs and ups again. 

I've been traveling a lot. I went across the country and it was musical and scenic. If Utah were next to the ocean we'd all live there immediately. 

I've been in the studio a lot. I have some really talented studio mates and a great job these days. 

Yesterday I went to the Temescal farmers market which is always relaxing and inspiring way to start the day. For the best tofu in the world, giant bags of spring mix speckled with calendula petals, unwaxed organic apples. children, tamales, persimmons, the best new orleans style iced coffee. Indulge city. 

There is also a very wonderful poet with a typewriter who will write poems for you and share some good energy. His name is Zach Houston. I recommend. He's at the ferry building on saturdays and the market on sunday and probably many other places. rides a bike and shares words. 

Also my studio mates have websites: 

Georgia

Lori 

Sean (not sure what sean's website is. here is one of his pieces at maniac though) 

I will have some more pictures up soon. 

Here are a few pictures from the summer:

some pictures and collages

these are all from video footage. most of them were taken from car windows on my way around northern california and oregon.

photography of the body

You know when you were a junior in highschool and you have amassed piles of magazine clippings that end up all over the floor, then in a box, then sifted through every few months gleaning the good stuff, putting some of it up on lavendar walls you've had since you were a kid and hated in middleschool and don't mind now because when you come home from college everything else has changed in your room because your mom took down all your ripped out magazine pages and put up giant posters of doll heads?

I just had a moment- that jolt of memory having found an old thing forgotten in a box, but this time it was on the internet.

I wouldn't be surprised if this photograph is in my current box of papers, having made it past multiple organizing/trashing rampages.

Anyway. Now the photograph has a name: Ryan McGinley.

This is complementary to a discussion I was having with photographer friend about the artistic legitimacy of taking pictures of your naked friends. Many things begin with naked friends. Nudity may be at the basis of relation, of truth. Shedding barriers we've created. Getting back to eden. Even if it is fashion photography.

Fashion photography is interesting because of its duality with artificiality and truth. You've got the body in all its honesty, yet its after a selection process, comparison to other bodies, and then usually altered for the final, ideal representation of a human in the name of consumable goods.

We've all recognized that many fashion ads don't even present the product at hand. Just a mood, a way of life, something to be attained and usually the body and the product are unattainable.

All photography is like this. A moment's passed and there is a longing for it that can never be reached and that is the preciousness of photography. Wanting to be there, wanting to have that piece of time, living vicariously through someone elses portrayed existence and someone elses eye. One looks, one looks upon, and we the viewer have this unanswered affection for both of these beings.

The history of a body positioned in time is very evocative to the soul.

STUDIO!

Hi Everyone! 

I am getting a studio space together with my friend Georgia April 1st! We need at least two more people and even more if we can. 

If anyone's interested please let me know. 

Until then I'm making massive amounts of collages on my bedroom floor. 

Can't wait to get down with my oil paints again! 

SIMON EVANS: island time

Ever Since I saw the 2005 SECA Awards I have been in love with Simon Evans work. This piece is spectacular and look at the rest of the show. See gallery here. 

I'm fainting with enthusiasm. It's like filthy weather and longing.