Wednesday, April 25, 2007

I've Got My Spine, I've Got My Orange Crush

With M83's music permeating my ears I walked around the city on April 2o and shot the last roll of film for my photography class this semester.
It was a good time I walked from my house through the Trolley Square to the Downtown of Salt Lake City. Tired of walking for one hour or so I had the street vendor make me two veggie dogs and some kraut and I took an Orange Crush and went and had a sit down on the main street.
After the filling kraut dog I went down a dark back alley that I had only been down once before- late at night but not alone- found a latter and climbed to the top of one of the main street buildings. This is where I found the majority of my final prints.
A headless bird that has been sitting in the same spot since I was on the roof last, but this time it had been through the wet winter and much of the hot spring. I accidentally picked it up last time I was on the roof, it was dark I didn't know better
An cracked egg with a premature baby bird inside. the dark black contrasted against the white of the shell. I cracked it open to get a better picture of the dead but not quite born foul. maggots. I placed the egg on a rusty paint can.
I climbed back down the metal latter covered in brown dust. Went to Sam Wellers for a few books and a soy latte. Bought some books and my caffeine and went halfway across the street to wait for public transit.
I have now turned in all my work and I already miss going to this class full of like minded individuals. I hope that I see more of all of them in the future.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Project V.X ii

April 4 2007
More photos for Fred Wright's photo studies II.
Every time I go into the studio I try to bring people that have free time and want to model. Austin Stokes and I have been friends since we were eleven. Almost ten years later Austin has a daughter with Kelly. Sabine Lois Stokes
S. Christoper Vincent has been a friend of mine since I began college in 2005. Through Chris and his band I met Trey. Trey and I are very similar.
The Polaroid and Cube are new based on old ideas.
Vices, everyone has them. These are not mine. My vice is women.


Austin + Kelly Stokes

Embrace

Sabine Lois Stokes

Chris Vincent + Trey. The Movie.


"T+C"



Modern-Retro

Vices



"just one vice is all any man needs to keep him happy/ my advice?/ why not take two or three/ if you're feeling lucky" - Killjoy, The Czars

Cyclops

Cyclops.
It has been said that if I had to be deaf or blind I would choose to be blind. Even as a photographer, where my eyes are needed to take pictures I would give it up for my hearing.
I am a people watcher, but I don't directly watch anyone. I use the sound of their voice to watch them. I am more interested about the things people are talking about more that the people who are talking. I have noticed that I have a great ear for listening to many different coffee shop conversations, with the resonation of the bean grinder and the pounding of stainless steel on counter tops, and picking out conversation I want to hear the most and erase all other noise and chatter.
I notice that I do this everywhere. I was sitting on the couch watching Planet Earth with Angela. in the shallow seas we were watching fish and coral and I was listening to the white noise the television was making and I looked at Angela and her mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I switch the focus of my hearing and she was at the last sentence, last word. I only got half of it. I nodded. I looked back at the television and brought her closer to me and kissed the side of her forehead.
In life I am a Cyclops. One eye with many interchangeable lenses. That is how I spend many hours of my day. one eye closed, the other open and playing with depth of field and aperture. I cannot change my ears so it is a better choice for me to be blind compared to deaf.

Red on Porcelain

The time piece screams for me to wake. I roll out of the bed that is all to high for me. this is not my bed. I try to open my eyes to find the blinking light of the time piece. I hear it resonating, I feel my way to it.
I go to look at the bottom of the sink and spit. One thing I can always count on in the morning is that my mouth tastes like blood and is quite full of blood. The spit doesn't even have ten percent saliva. The ball of blood and saliva hits the porcelain bottom of the sink and shoots out in all directions. I ready my mouth to collect the rest of the liquid in my mouth using my tongue and a sucking all of the liquid to the back of my throat. I release it into the sink just off center, two inches from the first. It explodes and the arms of saliva and blood join and slide toward the drain.
I turn the water on, the hot knob has been switched with the cold knob, the water starts to combine with the left over saliva and blood, thinning out the deep red to a light orange. I cup both my hand under the spout and bring my face toward the basin. I move both my hands and my face toward each other coating my face with Luke-warm water. Repeat this thrice and look up at the mirror. Face dripping with h2o. I spit once more into the basin and turn the water off.
I am ready for the day.