Tuesday, August 9, 2011
This picture almost makes me blush. It depicts what I don't like about taking pictures: being conspicuous. I took about 200 pictures to make this composite, and these were most of the people who noticed me. It was a busy summer afternoon, and the tourists were streaming across the miniature bridge in the Boston Public Garden. I must have photographed well over a thousand people. But pretty much only these people's eyes flicked across me and my little camera, which was perched on the stone railing of the bridge. There is no way to know if they were annoyed, as they appear to be. And they are not really staring at me, since I am standing and the camera's lens, which they are looking slightly down at, is at waist level. They may have been frowning at their companions or at the perfect summer day, for all I know. But they certainly capture something about photography.
Friday, July 29, 2011
The picture above is of the little entryway to my apartment. It's filled with 249 pounds worth of pictures in 15 boxes. A strong man would be happy to weigh this much and 15 is my lucky number. (13,603 square inches of pure, clean, fresh photo. A retail value of $29,700.) The boxes are addressed to the HCP. They will get there maybe on Wednesday (it's Friday, now) and Jason, Christian, and Bevin will put them on the wall. You can stand there, dear reader, and look at them as much as you like, if you happen to be in Houston this fall and are inclined that way. I will be there for the opening. I will be happy and talkative. The UPS man is gone now, my boxes in his truck.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
These are the pages from a little book I made in which I collected sentences from artists' statements that I found with Google and paired them with abstract photographs I concocted in my studio. (Click on an image to make it larger and the text more legible.)