It's summer, which means it's now the time for hikes, rivers, and the swamp. I went home to New Jersey this weekend, and here are the results. Excluded is what I shot for my thesis. These photos are just the little fellas who won't make it to the classroom. Poor guys. The least you can do is stare at them for a little bit to make them feel better. And remember, there's more of them than there are of you.
I, unfortunately, will also have to take a late pass on updating this blog. School has been pretty good, and photography is looking up. So, keeping with the recent theme of embarrassing pictures of each other, here is a picture of Sean's mouth hole. Caption contest! Leave your submission in the comments.
I haven't kept up with my posts and I feel shame. Photography has been going well and I should post some of the stuff I've been doing. For a silkscreen project, I've been making a sketch journal of sorts; I sketch out and write what I do during the day. It's quite fun when you see how much coffee you drink during the day drawn out. I'll have to post a few of those too. For now it's time to start fattening up for the finals season, where food breaks will be rare and from a vending machine.
Have you ever buried something and wished it would come back? Wished it wouldn't come back ever ever ever? Wished you knew what happened to it afterwards? When I was younger, I had pet hamsters. Anyone who has had hamsters will know that their life span is about 2 years or so. Inevitably, you have to bury them in the back yard, or the park, or the big flower box. I used to wonder what happened to the buried hamsters. Obviously, I knew they decomposed and left behind little hamster skeletons. This may sound morbid, but I used to picture the little hamster skeletons tunneling towards each other and creating a new little underground hamster skeleton world. I just wanted them to have a peaceful, wonderful afterlife and not be lonely in all that dirt.
I've always been fascinated by the experience of pain, and this image is the beginning of a poorly planned project about it. I'm fortunate enough to have quite a few friends who put up with my strange bullshit and don't mind modeling for me (thanks, Keith.) Looking at this picture now makes me a bit uncomfortable. However, it is helping me overcome the feelings of fear and discomfort that I often experience when interacting with people in a studio setting, and in the rest of my life. So here it is. Part I in the undefined, haphazard adventure.
