Ending

Thought this was pretty cool on The Wooster Collective website, picture from Rio de Janeiro.

I've been thinking about putting together a book for awhile, something unconventional - that utilizes typography to an extent. I have about a years worth of material to pull from at this point, which may not be enough to complete it in the sense I want, but I think I need to get started working on it this summer.

In relation to the book idea I really want to get this whole kc arts magazine thing going through the Collective. Specific attention to photography, but definitely not limited to just that. I'm really excited about the possibilities here to show local art and writing.

Also thinking about the road trip I want to take this summer, and whether or not I want to go alone again, or have others with me. Having other people will alter the experience significantly, but thats not necessarily a bad thing. I'm sure I would still be able to find time to reflect.

Also from The Wooster Collective.


The further I progress through the work I do the more interest I find myself having in the past and how that has a direct effect on the present. Specifically dealing with the space of my old home, the one in which I was born in that is now foreclosed and vacant. Of course this state is temporary, and will eventually be inhabited again. Nonetheless the experience of visiting was a much stronger experience than I had anticipated. Certain areas I walked through would bring back memories of things that I had no pictures of, and had not remembered until being in that space. Just stepping out of my car onto the driveway I flew back and was again a child sitting on my driveway eating sun chips and drinking Dad's Root Beer while my Dad worked outside. Memories like this flooded my mind, it was like being washed over with an experience from the past. It was emotional. And through all that I was surprised. Maybe I shouldn't have been, but I dont think I really realized what kind of connection I continue to have with the house I was born in. I did feel a sort of pit in my stomach when I heard it was foreclosed on, and had an instant reaction that I had to make a piece based off of this. Ultimately I wound up creating an installation involving four photographs and a video. The photos were of the house currently, and the video was VHS tapes of my childhood growing up in this house. Watching these videos were all the more important as I started to re-explore the area in which I grew up. This house contains the only memories I have of my parents together, so it holds a special significance. It also holds some of my fondest memories of spending time alone with my Dad. I feel that the spaces we live in hold impressions of ourselves, or maybe thats just in the personal experience between you and the space that you have a specific connection with.