Passing Flowers
I'm very busy now that business has collapsed. 2009 looks to be a banner year. I'm learning to use Flickr. I'm writing again. Might as well start something personal.
Do you do projects? A lot of us focus on themed investigations, particular angles, purposeful journeys. We search for a subject, wrestle with it, and then network our access, our permissions, our intentions. And then we point the camera. We're expected to work this way -- curators, critics, editors, my two year old downstairs neighbor -- everyone wants to know: what are you working on these days?
I want to focus on not-focusing. I'm tired of projects. I want a moment. This is crazy. I've got too much work to do.
Lie down. Can you picture it?
I like the afternoon sun in this corner. These are passing flowers.
Do you do projects? A lot of us focus on themed investigations, particular angles, purposeful journeys. We search for a subject, wrestle with it, and then network our access, our permissions, our intentions. And then we point the camera. We're expected to work this way -- curators, critics, editors, my two year old downstairs neighbor -- everyone wants to know: what are you working on these days?
I want to focus on not-focusing. I'm tired of projects. I want a moment. This is crazy. I've got too much work to do.
Lie down. Can you picture it?
I like the afternoon sun in this corner. These are passing flowers.
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