February 1, 2006. 12:26am "It's foggy here. It's so thick that they have us all confined indoors. I suppose they are nervous that we might just disappear into it and never come back."
The most recent work here is combining two projects that I have been working on lately. I have been taking a photograph of myself every day in hopes to show passing time, physical change and emotional variations. I have been documenting the exact time I take each photograph but I have been struggling with what to pair up with these images (I want it to be more of an installation with handwritten text) and I realized that whether I choose to think about it or not, a lot of my varying expressions and thoughts about passing time have to do with my father who is in prison and is forced to sit with himself and notice passing time, physical and emotional change.. He calls me about once a week for 15 minutes and describes his environment and his experiences while in a federal prison. I write down what I can remember... I imagine what it feels or looks like and then set out to recreate it through my own experiences. There are other examples of that on this site but this is a new attempt to collaborate with my father and make sense of what no longer does.
"It's foggy here. It's so thick that they have us all confined indoors. I suppose they are nervous that we might just disappear into it and never come back."
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The most recent work here is combining two projects that I have been working on lately. I have been taking a photograph of myself every day in hopes to show passing time, physical change and emotional variations. I have been documenting the exact time I take each photograph but I have been struggling with what to pair up with these images (I want it to be more of an installation with handwritten text) and I realized that whether I choose to think about it or not, a lot of my varying expressions and thoughts about passing time have to do with my father who is in prison and is forced to sit with himself and notice passing time, physical and emotional change.. He calls me about once a week for 15 minutes and describes his environment and his experiences while in a federal prison. I write down what I can remember... I imagine what it feels or looks like and then set out to recreate it through my own experiences. There are other examples of that on this site but this is a new attempt to collaborate with my father and make sense of what no longer does.
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