June 2004
a good person is some one who hasn't been caught.
the worst part is, having no idea.
this weekend, while i was in the process of shooting two glorious black & white rolls of film, i had an interesting conversation in central park. i never knew his name. where he came from. or that much else about him. but we talked about art. the conversation started out dealing with different aspects of photography and it stretched as far as oppression in nazi germany. i...
the crisis posed a question.
the sound shivers through the walls, through the table, through the window frame, and into my finger. these distraction-oholics. these focus-ophobics. old george orwell got it backward. big brother isn’t watching. he’s singing and dancing. he’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. big brother’s holding your attention every moment you’re awake. he’s making...