Day 21: Cuz

I didn't feel like it. Cuz today...



And for once, I didn't forget the postcard! It's poetic, enit? Almost like a postcard within a postcard.

Nicole

I hope this note finds you well. I can't believe I didn't send these images earlier-- but I got your wonderful package in the mail and made some art (with a little help from Myala). I'm sending along the electronic stuff, but we made some physical stuff, too.

Day 20: Germaine

Germaine looks soooo happy. Ha ha ha. He's cracking me up and it's hours later.

I left the postcards in my bag, despite the rain, and left Georgia's flower for someone.

Irmary

Como parte de este proyecto recibi un abaco. No me sorprendio. Claramente necesitaba meditar en las multiples maneras en que cuantificamos nuestra vida cotidiana, nuestra fe en la ciencia, la manera en que entendemos el tiempo, la relacion entre el pasado, presente, futuro.

Gracias por darme la oportunidad de producir algo fuera del medio academico, sin las herramientas a las que estoy acostumbrada. Irmary

Day 19: Callen

Just at the moment where I was having an internal dialogue with myself about how to think/talk/be about the randomness of folks I take photos with, I went up to Callen. She promptly asked me,

"Why did you pick me?"

The universe has a hilarious sense of humour.

"It's totally random."

The truth is, it is. I basically spend most of the day going about my business and then at some point, completely random (and I don't wear a watch, so often, I have no idea what time it is), I realize that it's time. And then, I spend a few minutes winding myself up to ask someone, and then...I just do. It's like how you might decide to wear the purple hoodie instead of the green one - you just do.

In moments of desperation, I have to work up to asking multiple people. Then it's multiple random instances.

Here's a question for The Math People (they are special): what is the probability of taking a photo with a random stranger in a random city in a random moment in time?

In any case, this was my photo with Callen. Thanks Callen!

BTW: I suck! Day 2 without a postcard. I just put the whole lot in my backpack so that tomorrow, I won't forget.

Nieves

Here it is. My URL linked me to a female fiction writer from the Dakota's. My imagination took me to something that it is not fictional and that is the infamous biker gathering that disturbs Native American sacred rituals. My inspiration was based on a walk to Oregon's natural springs at Bagby where I have witnessed in the course of four years , how a stump of a tree refused to die and reinvented itself as a two slim trunks that protrude from the center of the the stump. The candles float in the vacuum of my drawing and connect to a quivering trunk revitalizing its new journey, not as a majestic old cedar or old pine growth ; nor a caricature of the late giant; but as an example of renewal.

Day 18: Amin

It's Day 18 and though I forgot my postcard at home before running around today, I got this great photo with Amin. He was chillin' resting back against the pick up enjoying almonds (I think it was almonds!), and he was totally sweet and excited.

Amin made me laugh later when he said to his friend Woody, "She's going to make me famous."
I'm not sure about that Amin, but thank you for being part of this.