Unfinal Statement...
Thinking about your own work always keeps you on your toes. Or on your ass. Sometimes even trying to keep up with your own psyche. That is where I seem to be at the moment. Everyone Knows Everyone III takes place at Emo's on June 29th. Being asked to participate was a huge accomplishment for me.
I have always been interested in producing work that is visually stimulating...but not necessarily pretty, or stunning but stylistically unique. Something that represents that place in between my lungs protected by the ribs. It has always been there, working hard to try to push me the right way. When I was six, I won Honorable Mention in a city-wide story writing contest. To get into college I wrote an essay about the affluent nature of apple pie. As of late, I have started producing my favorite type of work. Combining writing and polaroids. Typewriting and polaroids, that is.
Example:
An even better one:
I made these with the intent to eventually take them to Kinko's and blow them up to the size of my bedroom door. Mainly I just wanted to vent, and venting through poetry has always been my best and most loved outlet. Weeks after I made these image collages, I started writing again. I got my typewriter ribbon changed and warmed up my fingers. I collected images from vintage stores and went through my junk collection to find a perfect image to type on.
This was it:
Suddenly, I was unable to stop scanning and typing and ripping...and wrote this...
What I figured out was that I need to continue this expression and that because it was so easy for me...I had to keep going. Ripping, pasting, typing, it all seemed like I was creating my personal ultimate zine. I wanted it to keep going, get bigger, be published, be carried in Book People and be carried in everyone's tote bags at all times. At this point, I made the following. It is not grandeur in its presentation, no polaroid involved, and the typing is messed up. I considered changing it, starting over, but its rawness was its captivation.
So....the shows is looming in the future...one month away. I cannot wait to see what I will do. You should be excited too.
I have always been interested in producing work that is visually stimulating...but not necessarily pretty, or stunning but stylistically unique. Something that represents that place in between my lungs protected by the ribs. It has always been there, working hard to try to push me the right way. When I was six, I won Honorable Mention in a city-wide story writing contest. To get into college I wrote an essay about the affluent nature of apple pie. As of late, I have started producing my favorite type of work. Combining writing and polaroids. Typewriting and polaroids, that is.
Example:
An even better one:
I made these with the intent to eventually take them to Kinko's and blow them up to the size of my bedroom door. Mainly I just wanted to vent, and venting through poetry has always been my best and most loved outlet. Weeks after I made these image collages, I started writing again. I got my typewriter ribbon changed and warmed up my fingers. I collected images from vintage stores and went through my junk collection to find a perfect image to type on.
This was it:
Suddenly, I was unable to stop scanning and typing and ripping...and wrote this...
What I figured out was that I need to continue this expression and that because it was so easy for me...I had to keep going. Ripping, pasting, typing, it all seemed like I was creating my personal ultimate zine. I wanted it to keep going, get bigger, be published, be carried in Book People and be carried in everyone's tote bags at all times. At this point, I made the following. It is not grandeur in its presentation, no polaroid involved, and the typing is messed up. I considered changing it, starting over, but its rawness was its captivation.
So....the shows is looming in the future...one month away. I cannot wait to see what I will do. You should be excited too.
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