The act of photographing people, more often than not, is an experience in invisibility.  While shooting people, I often feel myself to be... for lack of a closer approximation ... invisible.  More precisely I feel as though I operate from within a dimension that while it is extensive with the rest of the world, it is somehow detatched from it ( Read more... )

I should really indulge in this journal more often.  There is something that occurs to those realities which are never represented, either spoken or written or otherwise formulated, framed, asserted, conveyed, articulated.  In their being abandoned to the flux of experience and even to thought without being given objective form, they lose much in ( Read more... )

After making the mistake of reading the newspaper, I am feeling quite glum.  The noxious optimism of this age, the 2 inch depth of field which makes possible the celebration of white goods and travel cooking shows to 3rd world countries and political movies staring Angelina Jolie, has offended me into some of my dormant energy.  For a moment anyway ( Read more... )

 I'm watching crap on tv, avoiding this journal.  I'm exhausted from working two jobs.  I have had no time to do my own stuff but I'm making a fair wage and have hopes of finally paying off my debts and perhaps going into the black for some abstract reason.  I don't know maybe I'll finally buy the last nail in my coffin ( Read more... )

 I am amazed that the world does not fall apart.  Like an airplane, it is too complicated, too large, too susceptable to entropy to remain in flight ( Read more... )

Even though my life seems to be taken by the making of images.  Even though photography has outstripped its predecessors in both expectation and execution I still walk around in this world as though language was the only promise that I have ever made of myself.  Even though I hardly say anything to anyone.  Even though what I do say is so often the ( Read more... )

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Who would have known this would have been how it would have ended up.  The world become too large, too populous, too long lived... to sustain much meaning beyond what can be contained by staring directly at my feet.   Well, I suspect it was waiting for me all along. Yes... well.

On other fronts I seem to have few friends lately.  A symptom, I am ( Read more... )