Twenty-thirteen began with plenty of goodbyes and ended with a singular, infinitely important one. There was plenty in-between: moving spaces to different places, seeing a West Coast sunset for the first time and many since, figuring out bus routes and new friendships; traveling to higher places of privilege and humbling myself back down again, working hard and playing harder, playing hard and working harder; finding a job that makes the miserable post-graduation years worth it. Lots of first dates and few second ones. I’m not sure what that taught me about love, but I’m also not sure that matters. Trusting in what’s strange. Meeting old men on the street and spending an afternoon at art galleries with them, photographing nonsense, photographing nothing at all; learning what it means to MISS someone. Getting lost is the first step to finding found- this year has many loose ends, and some very final knots (nots / knots).
The end of this year will never be forgotten: the time I spent with my dying father. The most intimate and public of circumstances. The hardest and easiest thing I have ever done. Beautiful, heart-breaking. Absolutely, absolutely profound.
Salud to 2013, the year of change.
life does not yield to death,
and vice versa,
A brief run through an intriguing group show entitled The Unphotographable, which was up earlier this year at Fraenkel Gallery (SF), from which a book of the same title was subsequently published. The show included works by artists such as Robert Adams, Diane Arbus, Sophie Calle, Liz Deschenes, Adam Fuss, Paul Graham, Idris Khan, Richard Learoyd, Glenn Ligon, Christian Marclay, Chris McCaw, Ralph Eugene Meatyard, Richard Misrach, Gerhard Richter, Frederick Sommer, Alfred Stieglitz, Hiroshi Sugimoto, and Wolfgang Tillmans.
"I think these things are toxic, especially for kids…they don’t look at people when they talk to them and they don’t build empathy. You know, kids are mean, and it’s ‘cause they’re trying it out. They look at a kid and they go, ‘you’re fat,’ and then they see the kid’s face scrunch up and they go, ‘oh, that doesn’t feel good to make a person do that.’ But they got to start with doing the mean thing. But when they write ‘you’re fat,’ then they just go, ‘mmm, that was fun, I like that.’"
today i updated my calendar with art exhibitions i want to see and now this shit looks like this.