Wednesday, February 27

2.27.08 {jsl}

It's hard to come home sometimes

--Everything about our lives seem to be dilapidated. The place we live, the health services we receive, my brother's education, etc. So many aspects of our lives are affected by poverty. It is all encompassing.

Tuesday, February 26

2.26.08 {jsl}

Seizure Precautions --I was there to see my grandpa but I didn't recognize him.

Monday, February 25

2.25.08 {jsl}

The Traveler Series
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--My life away from home is more of my life than when I'm home. In fact, I often feel uprooted when I leave for home. So I guess "home" is ambiguous for me.

In the morning {dst}


Post by Danny.

Tuesday, February 19

Change 2.19.08 {jsl}

It is once again snowing beautifully outside but I am wishing for warm, breezy summer nights. It has been a long time since I've had a haircut. Haircuts are small rebirths for me so I'm painfully overdue for a transformation.

Monday, February 18

2.18.08 {jsl}

I hate scanning Polaroids. There is always something lost in translation. With that said, I've fallen head over heels for you, Mr. Polaroid.

Tuesday, February 12

2.12.08 {jsl}

Hannah and the Peace Lily

Sadly, my adventure with the SX-70 maybe coming to an end. Not only because of the discontinuation of Polaroid film by 2009, but the camera itself has become temperamental. The poor thing has trouble ejecting, among other technical troubles.

Anyway, for a taste of how one photographer pushed this format,
check out Nobuyoshi Araki's New Polaroids June -August 2007 @ Dirty Pilot Gallery :


Monday, February 11

My brother Jonathan {jsl}


New images from my family project. It's mid February and my thesis project still feels aimless. My problem is that I've included the spectator in my image making process: is it accessible to them? Do they GET IT? I've lost touch with how inherently personal family history is and what my original motivations were. I must ask myself some hard questions and scrutinize my intent to truly gain clarity.

"He could close his eyes and try to believe that all that mattered was that he knew his work was great... and that other artists respected it... and that History would surely record his achievements... but deep down he knew he was lying to himself. I want to be a Name, goddamn it!--at least that, a name, a name on the lips of the museum curators, gallery owners, collectors, patrons, board members, committee members, Culture hostesses, and their attendant intellectuals and journalists and their Time and Newsweek--all right!--even that!--Time and Newsweek--Oh yes! (ask the shades of Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko!)--even the goddamned journalists!
-Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word, 18.

"Pick me pick me pick me pick me pick me pick me...O damnable Uptown! By all means, deny it if asked!--What one knows, in one's cheating heart, and what one says are two different things!" -Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word, 19.

Sunday, February 10

Darlings! {jsl}


We are panda bears in a bamboo forest- free, elusive and highly indulgent...