I wrote something better than this but I am too afraid to be so personal now-a-days. I feel the burden of too many people watching and reading. I envision this like thousands of eyes that all belong to my mother; judging and whispering hateful things about me in my ear. Telling me who the fuck do I think I am anyways? It's amazing how far I can come and still find remnants of this that remain stuck to me like emotional super-glue. And she is watching too. I know she is because she used to take pleasure in letting me know.
Some people are crazy and fucked up. Two of those people were my parents. I have become more and more drawn lately to films that accurately depict the family's potential for destroying one another. I need external reassurance that my reality is true. Another reason why I shudder to think about films that champion the triumph of the nucleur family. North America's favourite film genre.
I put together a collection of photos under the title, "Not Now, Not Ever" and posted them to my Flickr account. I came up with this title for a collection of photos well over a year ago and have been sitting on it ever since. The title very accurately describes what I have been trying to do with a certain subset of my photo work over the last few years. Just don't ask me to explain it further in an articulate way right now. Maybe later, but not now.
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Buy a print and send a kid to camp! With that "kid" being me and the "camp" being the ocean.
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While I'm at it my "special friend" (Some relatives still refer to him this way after 14 years together. Oh the confusion people experience over the common law issue.) has a beautiful book of his photos for sale.