Sunday, February 14, 2010

RISD Museum


Inside looking out.

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Monday, October 05, 2009

don't sit there


text by Jenny Holzer, engraved in a piece of stone in the MoMA garden. A man in a uniform directed Aus to move. Don't sit there. Not a bench. Move. (art, $30,000+/-)

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Elaine and Rita

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Friday, March 27, 2009

Flomaton, Alabama

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Monday, February 09, 2009

the photographers understand

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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Cute


My favorite place to photograph is the Northern Neck of Virginia. In Virginia, the southern shore of the Northern Neck, bounded by the Rappahannock River, was the residential place of choice for native Americans. Europeans favored the northern edge along the Potomac. Time passes. The oyster and crab fisheries fail, but the land remains, relatively undisturbed.
Ah, but that was yesterday.
The Northern Neck recently has acquired a WalMart on the eastern end of the peninsula in Kilmarnock.
And now, the cute, Disney-esque mindset is starting to get traction. A giant cork-screw. Cute...

Photos of the Northern Neck here and here.

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

low tide

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Photoworthy- Master, tell us what is good...


Some folk, in advanced middle-age, have, by the sweat of their brow, gained a degree of success.

You go up the mountain to see such a person. Walking past the appurtenances of success, past reception, through heavy doors.

And then there are the rest of us.

If you have gone up the mountain to visit a Juris Doctor you wouldn't be so tacky as to talk about fees. You have discovered in advance the JD fee, $500/hour. But this Attorney, this Man with the eyebrows, this Woman with the suit, they are going to provide you value, a service for the fee. You recognize the value, you pay willingly.

Where does value come from?

French President Jacques Chirac is irritated with Google. 74% of French web searches are performed via Google, a corporation that judges "worthiness" via an algorithm of which Chirac is suspicious.

Jack don't like it.

Jack wants the state to establish a search-engine whose returns are based on the opinions of French Wise Men, not returns filtered through a corrupt American algorithm.



Whoa!

Which brings us to museums. Museums are owned and operated by people who know what is good?
What algorithm do museums use to process their selections?

Is something good because the Art History Philosophiae Doctor said so?

Is Art good when it deals in concept?

Is Art good when the rest of us scratch our heads and say "what the hell?"

Is it a numbers game? Is it sex? Is it celebrity?

Whatever.



Whatever it is, I haven't got it.

But YES SPORTSFANS! I had a picture in MoMA.

For a few days.

A curatorial decision was made, the doors were opened to lumpenproletariat photographers, to the hoi polloi.

As you can see, the images weren't displayed with the usual reverence.

No fancy lighting.

No text blocks etched on glass plates.

Regardless, I admire MoMA for temporarily admitting the unwashed.

Who possesses the Stamp marked Worthy?

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

pieces


The porch from Sunday, pictured again, 60+ years later.

The Satellite Ballroom is having a film based photo contest. Deadline for entry is a week from today. Ink jet output allowable.

Missed posting yesterday, nervous about pending bloodwork, running in tight circles.

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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

apologies



I am sorry when I let you down, don't have worthwhile fresh fare here. Events are moving fast. I don't have medical permission to develop film. The threads that I pursue are tangled, scattered, some headed down the toilet. Must improvise, rescue, preserve, wake up, dance a jig.
The black and white blog suffers.

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