Thursday, October 11, 2012

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The Quandaries? of Facial Recognition

The point incurred is on the stretch of plurality with indications of falsehoods, and/or the death of any mimicry. What stands are the variations, (and) when not taken seriously, even in the context of some humor, fail to stand for the general audience

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Saturday, June 23, 2012

An Excerpt

At what point do I need to re-plant my wildflowers?  Why are only 2 of the 5 types effectively past the point of their seedling’s germination?  Why did one begin growing until it past the point of 3 fronds, and flowed rather like a few slept on hair-curls?

Friday, June 1, 2012


                                                              

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

And So We Never Know Him; Yet the Gate

This awareness is at least maddening: this subversive bastion, in its illuminative dearth, will resultantly leave little personal recourse, but the following: both are sought more aptly in a tone down; ultimately we prescribe to either one, or the other. I do not know him, then, for he follows.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Worn Pajamas


1995


Doll-drums, n.,v. (or v., n.)

Doll-drums appear as nearly beautiful light etchings of peoples. In various tones, each face greets the viewer with a visual reference: some, a kind of frozen kindling walking about in the streets. Captured with a camera is a momentary lilt at voyeurism? The city ceases in anonymity. Instead, venturing to replace, without the urban mawkishness so often seen in voyeurism’s general safety, the faces of doll-drums behave doubtfully; dutifully, printed; living remarks. By nature, the repetitive quality of each “box” contents, each dweller becomes a bit doll, and a bit rhythmically human. The graphic qualities of a particular paper, and prior that a traditional 35 mm film, are printed via the silver gelatin process, played a bit in terms of surface. The typical, linear, straight print is lost most vitally, because, and conversely, it seems a plastic has literally overlain the “boxes” contents: Faces. Plastic over faces has in fact decayed, wrinkled, even startled here and there with a luminous dirt, serving to overlay and protect each person as the dolls they truly are. It appears these images were made by a photographer herself; over years; as mental notes, faces stored and later communicated by what is a photographic collective, and an archive.

There is light blanched on the cheek of one man in an [unseen] image— a kind of a painful transcendence. Another woman has a low, tepid, amuse on her lowered eyes. Expressions pertinent. Expressions one might like to keep.

Emily Shevenock 2009, a Neologism

Sunday, March 11, 2012