Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: concern, illusion, mime, the loft cinema
i’ve seen a lot of strange things happen on that stage, but i’m gonna go ahead and put this in the top 10 of occurrences.
I purse no objectives, no systems, no tendency; I have no program, no style, no direction. I have no time for specialized concerns, working themes or variations that lead to mastery. I steer clear of definitions. I don’t know what I want. I am inconsistent, non-committal, passive; I like the indefinite, the boundless; I like continual uncertainty.
i thought that my love of hot dogs had reached it’s peak, until the wonderful alana made me aware of this:
in other news, i kinda feel like i’m drowning. i have so much to do and not the most time to get it all done in. however, i’m finally beginning to feel inspired to get it all done which is a nice change of pace.
also, how can anyone be sad wearing an all over print hot dog shirt that represents hot dogs across the country?
exactly.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: art, growth, high school, opinion, photographs, teaching, tucson
today i had my first day of teaching at the museum school for the visual arts. i was pretty convinced that it wasn’t going to happen, as our equipment situation was a total mess. but it all came together, and is fully functioning.
after a mini-freakout at about 920 when i realized that i’d only bought film developer and no paper developer, and had to make a mad dash to jones it went well. the kids are awesome, and are totally into everything we’re doing.
i think that half the battle of being a teacher is having a group of students who don’t care and aren’t even willing to meet you half way. so, it’s nice that i can check that off my lists of worries.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: emotions, music, past, present, private, public
i cry a lot. but it’s very rarely because i’m sad about something. usually it happens when i’m extremely happy or think that something is incredibly beautiful. things that could be considered silly like a sunset or hearing a song come on the radio will make me tear up.
case and point, this song -
every single time i hear it, it makes me cry. i remember hearing it for the first time in my dads car when i was really little and it made me cry. i dunno what it is exactly, but it gets me every time.
i would really like to see you all [or some...or even just one] here. there is a lecture beforehand at 530 in the center for creative photography auditorium. you should go to that too.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: butter, change, colorado, hot dogs, love, observations, photographs, popcorn, weird
went to colorado last weekend. weird place.
but i got to do a project through maxed art while i was there, which was really fun. people in different cities took 27 images with disposable cameras which will soon be available for all to see. i’ll keep you posted. but for now, here are my favorites and some more highlights can be found here.
