Sunday I studied puddles with Avis. Eric changed tires on the unamog, and I got some great pictures of that. This morning I studied my bathroom while A. dismantled the dvd collection. On the drive to town I studied the mile markers, flaggin tap, and interuptions of the excepted. There must be cutting planned because there is a lot of new tap. De Certeau’s critical theory of the production of space into policy and practice engages how I see both the paths through which I engage the day and the characters of my community and the multitude of roles we play. I am thinking about the tactical intimacy of the 8x10 camera and the way it opens a discursive space of dialog because of the technical need to produce the space: set up, read light, communicate the necessity of stillness, etc. The exchange brings us close and allows for depth otherwise taboo. Taboo in that I perceive American culture as desiring a comfort envelop whereby people are kept at arm’s length: don’t sit with strangers and no one lingers too long. The eight by ten allows a level of detail one cannot achieve in normal life without staring for an uncomfortable time. This interests me. Herein we have another question.
A walk is not just mechanical motion but also a space for critical thinking and creativity. My practice values narrating the geometry of my relationships. My photographs, as well as everyday items, souvenirs and interactions serve as frames that engage my life’s “open spaces” and areas of interest, including land use, domestic identity and social policy.
Moon Rise
View of White Cap Mountain
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