Added an edited version of Around the House, a body of work I did way back in 2007 to the Archives section of my website.
As my thesis show opens in five days, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I came to make the work I’ve been making. Around the House was a huge step in my development. Though a lot of things have changed in my work since I was 21 and living in Brooklyn, I can see the trajectory between this work and my MFA thesis work pretty clearly.
I’ll publish my thesis work on my site the day the show opens.
I’m making work about my relationship with Joe for the first time in years, and decided to take another look at some of the work I made with him in my senior year of college. I edited these photographs out of the final project—they have been seen by maybe five people ever—but they hold up a lot better than much of the work that I actually used. These four do, anyway; the four with Joe that I’m not showing you are godawful.
I almost didn’t post these, but this has become a Tumblr that is mostly about my work, and dealing with my work here is becoming part of my practice. If I want to figure out how these relate to what I’m doing now I need to put them where I can see them.
Here is a blog entry where I post an old blog entry about reading old blog entries, which is double-meta or something.
Sometimes I think being so interested in my own past is a stupid waste of time, but then I stumble upon an entry like this one that is totally perfect for my current state of mind. Occasionally, I forget that I truly know and love myself, so it’s important that I write myself reminders. I don’t really write about my inner life anymore (at least not publicly), but I sure am glad that I did when I was 20.
One of the things I’ll miss when people stop using film altogether is the joy of finding an old, mysterious roll of film, processing it, and finding record of days I’d totally forgotten.
I just turned in three such mystery rolls and ended up with pictures I took of my friends in 2003 and 2004 (Lilly and Garrett, you’re in there, too, as are Ben and Jessica). I thought my personal archive of that time was complete, but it turns out it’s still growing.
I read that Friendster is deleting all their content next month, so I thought it would be fun to sign in and check out my old profile. It was not fun—Friendster is awful, and that’s why it got left behind. I am glad I got a chance to prevent some silly pictures of my 18-year-old self from falling into the void, though.
A page from a photo comic I did in my senior year of college about my whirlwind romance with Joe and living in Brooklyn (that article I posted earlier about gentrification brought to mind my years in Park Slope and I dug this thing out of the archives). I miss making comics! Summer project?
I think the boy I am in love with was fired from Kim’s. Sounded that way from the employee gossip I was listening in on while I browsed today.
And I have to miss the David Byrne lecture tonight cause I have a test in ASL and can’t skip.
At this rate, I will never be married.
Four years later, I did get married, to another boy who worked at another video store. I should have skipped that sign language test to see David Byrne—I don’t remember a thing I learned in that class, anyway.
Lovely Collier Schorr collage on the cover of this quarter’s Aperture.
In college, I couldn’t take enough time off work to do an internship (cue internal grumbling about privilege, etc., etc.), so I set up a part-time, uncredited, unpaid internship with the book design firm that puts together each issue of Aperture. It was a great time, and gave me some funny name-droppy stories, like:
once Sylvia Plachy accidentally ate my tuna sandwich
once I got super drunk on tequila shots at a holiday party with Doon Arbus