Saturday, December 27, 2008
Come show love for the paintin' folks at Art Murmur this Friday!
Mua (2442 Webster, Oakland)/ 01.02.09/ 7 pm.
my favorite Jessica Schmidt will be showing her lovely paintings.
I'm still always very surprised when East Bay-folk tell me they've never been to the Art Murmur. I actually never got a chance to go till September, but I can now say it is a must. It's an amazingly vibrant and fun community get together.
Think like block party with more art and vegan desserts and handcrafted things for sale and less awkward neighbors with beer koozies.
unless you're into that. In which case you might wanna come anyway, I'm sure you could find someone near the barbecue. BYOKoozie.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much
chance...give him these pills...his backbone
is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there...also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off..."
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left...
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look
but they don't understand, they say something like,"you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows...
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.-Bukowski
my cat Rama got this big open wound on top his head just before thanksgiving. He didnt seem to notice, he just kind of kept ambling around as usual and it reminded me of this story. I've always thought there was something wrong with him! Maybe he's on to something!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
-This is seriously from the AP stock photo archive? This is incredible. I may spend the rest of my life trying to make an image this perfect.
Politics aside- I'm weirdly fascinated by Vladmir Putin.
-Last August he apparently saved his film crew (what were they filming??) in the woods from a Siberian Tiger that was moments from attacking them with a tranquilizer gun.
-This year for his birthday he received an Ussuri tiger cub.
-He recently released an instructional Judo DVD.
...the fodder for my infatuation just keeps coming. Like judo kicks to the stomach.
I could go on but I'm afraid I'll get put on some kind of list, and I really don't want to be that person that gets stopped at airport security every. single. time.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
last Wednesday i flew up to Portland, OR for a day for a funeral. I had to wake up the next morning at about 5 am after an emotional and exhausting 24 hours for the flight home to Oakland so that I'd make it back in time for work. I cant really sleep on flights- so I was completely delirious and reading poetry for an hour and 15 minutes before I eventually started staring out the window and slipped into an out-of-focus state of mind that's usually reserved for hallucinogens and Disney movies.
...and finally... FINALLY as I was listlessly observing and identifying from an unfamiliar perspective what I know to be a very familiar landscape (this being Northern California), the seedling for my senior show planted itself without the slightest provocation on my part. If my mind wasnt already a poached egg in my skull at this point, it was now scrambled with feta and splattered all over the emergency exit aisle window of my airplane. In a good way.
I wont blog about the actual revelation. I just wanted to express the experience of it... it's nice to know that there is some part of my mind that's not asleep at the wheel and seems to know what's going on, even when the rest of me is still all gooey-eyed
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sarah McMenimen (Isabelle Percy West Gallery):
Nyk Crovetto (Center Gallery):
Caitlin Denny (South Gallery):
Sally Sample (North Gallery):
Seriously, I'm very excited for all these. Its going to be a good time.
everything starts at 5:30 and ends at 7:30-
the Oakland Campus is at 5212 Broadway.
ALL YOU CAN EAT BRIE!
See you out there.
Monday, October 27, 2008
i've been scar-hunting...
if anyone out there has/ knows someone with any kind of bodily scarring (pretty significantly...no 'oncewheniwas6igotmyfingerstuckinadirtdevil' stuff...), contact me! They can be self-inflicted or accidental- either of those are relevant.
This is my newest work in the series-
Saturday, October 11, 2008
PART I- (let's get linky)
A few weeks ago I went to the blurb photo book symposium in the city with our teacher. He spoke about his work and we got to hear a lot of useful things about publishing and design etc etc... AND I MET ARTHUR TRESS. you are jealous. He was just there hanging out- i was star struck for the first time ever.
Anyway- if you don't know who he is, definitely check out his work. He's really the reason I got into photography.
PART II- (hardly strictly bluegrass)
Friday, October 3, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
I've been shooting my godsister a lot;
it occurred to me recently that she is going away to college very soon (about 5 days now) and I became hyper-nostalgic and started calling her to hang out or see a movie or bake or shop... I'm always impressed by how gracefully she is growing up. It seems always ulcer-inducing (for me) to trust friends and family that are younger than I am to come up against and deal with the things that I did at their age-- adolescence, parties, pot, booze, sex, drama, Burning Man, etc. ...I've never been to Burning Man. But I'd probably saw my nails off imagining my godsister trading knitted headbands for ganja treats or encountering a plastered 58-year-old man wandering around peeing blood and urine all over himself from dehydration-induced kidney failure. Yup. Apparently I'm missing out.
The fuzzy line between trust and skepticism is important. I'll miss my lovely model.
I want to give her this poem. it seems relevant:
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
I'm pretty sure a lot of people know about that poem. I only just came across it in my book the other day and I was blown away by every line. Love that man.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Anyway I submitted like three photographs to this WIRED portrait photo contest. I don't know what you win. Swag. Humble yet self-indulgent conversation insertions at the bar. Eternal glory. Click the link to take a look- some of them are actually alright. I submitted like three of the photos somewhere in the meelee- if you can find 'em you can vote for me!
Help me win one of all of the afore mentioned prizes- I always wanted to be a trophy baby!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I loved and lost these negatives from my sea ranch trip:
i cannot ever print them.
rest in peace little negs. whichever little trash heap you're probably snuggled in right now.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
CONGRATULATIONS Tobias for possessing such a completely contagious case of human decency and enabling us all to take part in it, and to everyone else- board members, performers and volunteers- involved who inevitably lost sleep (and in my case cuticles) in making it happen!
You can read about the event and view the photos here.
Friday, August 15, 2008
It is a vast and terrifying place of ice fields and tundra.
Bereft of fire,
and in the horror of its imposing irrelevance there is a sort of peace...
A peace of pain, a peace of nothing.
Well friends I'll tell you what.
I'm going there.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Last weekend a few of my dearest friends and I drove up to Canby, OR for another friend's wedding. Recently I've noticed how I (or other people) will go to a special occasion and put almost all my focus and energy on documenting the experience rather than living and enjoying it. But now everyone's asking me things like 'what was her dress like?' and 'were the groomsmen hot?' and 'are you serious you didn't get any photos of the wedding what is wrong with you', and now I sort of remember why maybe a little documentation is necessary.
Afterwards however I did get photos of nearly everything else- we drove up to Portland and spent a couple days schlepping around on bikes, drinking cocktails, drawing on our chalkboard hotel door, and getting cat-called by entire streets filled with excitable Mexican day-workers! It was a really great trip.
(we ran into Shannon and the Clams at Voodoo Donuts OH EMM GEE!!)
...and these are just the nikon, ese.