12/29/10
helicopters and sand.
Fort Tilden, July 2009
visualbirth of the film that's been sitting in a lonely drawer for over a year.
11/5/10
new found old things.
April 2010.i've been scanning rolls of film that have collected dust over the last year, so images will slowly trickle onto here as i go.
9/19/10
9/15/10
A Memory 6. You Were an Ocean.
what do you see? you ask. whisper. i am halfwake and halfway in the ocean. gurgled seafoams.
tell me what you see. what is keeping you awake.
i see light. the rest is dark. you are wrapped in lines.
venetian blinds make like clouds and hide us from the neighbors.
i hope by morning i can spit up the sand in my mouth and tell you you are beautiful.
photo from some time ago.
9/10/10
"Each set of journalistic eyes is conditioned and shaped by family upbringing, church and school training; is invariably limited by time, place, and the specific condition of the writer's social development; and is inevitably stamped with the unconscious imprint of his or her class, race, and gender. Each set of eyes necessarily becomes a flawed prism, partial or subjective by its very nature, through which the writer filters and then recreates an exceedingly complex reality. The battle to record history as it happens — from a divergent, sometimes unpopular view rather than from a consensus perspective already diluted by self-censorship — is the essential challenge to journalists in a modern capitalist democracy."
Juan González, Puerto Rican journalist who covered the LA Riots
8/23/10
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