We all want to be told stories, and we listen to them in the same way we did when we were children. We imagine the real story inside the words, and to do this we substitute ourselves for the person in the story, pretending that we can understand him because we understand ourselves. This is a deception. We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another—for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself.
dirTEA, site specific dance piece, Atlanta Beltline. 21 Sept. 2014
Very cool to walk through Downtown Atlanta on the KP 5K yesterday, 11 Sept. 2014.
Eyes Wide: Shawty Arabia Sensory Immersion Brunch last month at MINT Gallery, 27 July 2014 (just got the film developed)
Downtown Atlanta, 20 August 2014
Flight of the Swallows at Ponce City Market presented by The Creatives Project.
I challenge you to a game of prison H.O.R.S.E.
Old Atlanta Prison Farm.
Short little ukulele cover of Buena Vista Social Club’s “Chan Chan.” I think I’m having latency issues with Audacity again…oh well.
It’s a Foldout! Atlanta Prison Farm, 7 August 2014.
Atlanta: Capital of vehicle-based Kookery.
Signpainter, NYC. 8 May 2011.
Random old photo post.
For me, the biggest problem with social media is not its contribution to surveillance culture (though there’s that, of course), rather it’s its imperative to simplify: social relations, politics, language. […] It memes them, which is precisely what governments would most like us to do. To reduce everything to the easiest possible bit of information—enough to make you feel, not enough to make you think.
Sweetwater Creek, Ga. 4 July 2014
Sweetwater Creek, Ga. 4 July 2014.