Thursday, November 25, 2010
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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Friday, August 27, 2010
NYTimes Op-Ed piece by Ted Stroll: Aw, Wilderness!
This intro discussion touches on the Forest Services refusal to do things like post signs, allow mountain biking, or anything "mechanical" within nationally designated "Wilderness Areas". Described within the National Wilderness Act (1964) as, areas "“where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain.” Within those areas, the act forbids cars, roads, structures and anything else that could impair the “outstanding opportunities for solitude.”" However the NFS's stringent enactment of the act have made much of the mass amount of area set aside inaccessible and quite dangerous to many Americans. Apparently even experienced hikers have been lost with nearly fatal consequences in these areas due to a lack of anything, anywhere to aid in location.
While I am all for the lower end of the technological spectrum in the wilderness, as well as the preserving of natural land as it stands, it seems a bit counter intuitive to leave these as places that people who truly want to experience them, can not have reasonable access to. On a recent camping trip with a friend we were allowed to camp in a "family camp ground", which, albeit high on a mountain and quite isolated, did not deliver the true idea in my mind of camping. A plot with a metal tub for a fire and a parking spot, next to a running spicket and pay phone. Our only other option was to park the car and make a trek to a camping ground (probably in a similar vein) 3 1/2 - 4 1/2 miles out on trail. And again while I am up for that hike/bike (allowed on service roads), it would have been exciting to park the car anywhere we liked and gone off in search of a nice spot. And though the full details are not known to me, another friend recently was woken up by park rangers and given a citation for sleeping in an un-designated area after getting a bit lost late at night after watching the Persiad meteor shower.
This piece has a nice ring to it, and a nice little patch of information. I can't say I disagree. It's wonderful that we are setting aside places in this truly beautiful land to be untouched permanently by human hands. Sure we can't really know who would respect the lands, and who would leave their beer cans behind. But it seems silly to have such great natural resource abound, but generally unavailable.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Apologies to anyone deeply interested in my shutter adventures.
I ran away from the west for a few weeks and have been spending time re-re-adjusting back into S.F. More photo's to come soon. Gotta get some processing on.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
edit: I think I might get to see it! I plan on being in Pgh at some point before the closing date.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
In looking at some "Chola" pictures with my roommate and a friend, both of mexican heritage and both from very closeneighborhoods in San Diego, I thought about a classic Robert Frank image, sort of.... The image is of a young family on "a sunday outing" Both key phrases I rememebered, and searched for on the internet. Nothing. After a little while I rememebered that although it's an image that I think has been very informed by Robert, it's actually a photograph taken by Diane Arbus. Duh John.
In my looking for the image however, I stumbled aross some images of the contact sheets for a few pages of Mr. Franks reels. Namely, the one below I found exciting, interesting, and relieving. The sheet shows not only that he must have shot lots, with many non-plus images (The importance of editing ones-self) But that his images are also not the most amazingly exposed. I'm trying to do some research into this to be certain, but I would assume, given the period of this work, that he printed the images himself. Possibly not, but most likely. So it further illustrates the importance of being one with the darkroom and knowing your craft. The most oft seen image on the cover of "The Americans" is the circled image, of the people on the trolley. And you know what? It's kinda blown out! There must have been some serious burning, with serious filters to get that thing as pristine as it is in it's presentation. I can't even begin to think of how many prints there must have been until the "One." I guess the long and short of it was that it was nice to A: find the actual photograph I was looking for, and b: run into a bit of a humbling piece of working process from someone so esteemed whom I hold in high artistic regard.
Keep on shooting?
Friday, April 2, 2010
P.s. Also, dust spots? Tear? 16mm?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
The past four - five weeks have been grueling and fun. I started preparator work at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. The organization is a bit off its rocker right now, and the prep crew is reeling from the firing (Laying off, quitting, it's all in who tells the story) of the powerhouse that was the VA dept. It was pretty intense but we ended up pulling off the deinstall/install of two major shows in addition to some smaller galleries. The main show, a solo show of the rarely exhibited in the US, Renee Green, involves roughly 50 video pieces. My fellow A.V. nerds and I had our work quite cut out for us. At the end we were all pulling 13 hour days. I'm glad to say, for the sake of rest, health, etc, that it's over. I'm sorry to say it is, for the paycheck. But I've managed to make some friends, make some contacts, and perhaps even have some more work as a result.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Today at work an octagon was built that was maybe say...6ft across? It was built outside on an empty patio as there was no room in the busy busy wood shop to put such a big thing together. Only after it was built was it realized that the thing wouldn't fit back in the doors. We were told the only doors to the patio could not be opened because they were for emergency's only (..? Um. ) So we had to flip it over a fence and lower it roughly 8ft to the ground and wheel it back around Mission, onto 3rd, at 6:30...(busy corner) to the loading dock.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Participation mystique. A term derived from anthropology and the study of primitive psychology, denoting a mystical connection, or identity, between subject and object. (See also archaic, identification and projection.)
[Participation mystique] consists in the fact that the subject cannot clearly distinguish himself from the object but is bound to it by a direct relationship which amounts to partial identity. . . . Among civilized peoples it usually occurs between persons, seldom between a person and a thing. In the first case it is a transference relationship . . . . In the second case there is a similar influence on the part of the thing, or else an identification with a thing or the idea of a thing.[Definitions," CW 6, par. 781.]
[Identity] is a characteristic of the primitive mentality and the real foundation of participation mystique, which is nothing but a relic of the original non-differentiation of subject and object, and hence of the primordial unconscious state. It is also a characteristic of the mental state of early infancy, and, finally, of the unconscious of the civilized adult.[Ibid., par. 741.]
Monday, February 1, 2010
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