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
Monday, September 5, 2011
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.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
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.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Day 16: Jessica
New Haven is a hard place to meet strangers. Its as though you're breaking into someone's home if you try to talk with folks. I had many close connects today, but it took 2 hours of steady wandering to actually get someone, anyone, to engage. FINALLY, Jessica stopped and said "yes". And she was super happy. Thank you Jessica.
All I know is that these next few weeks here are going to be a challenge.
A morning coffee by a window, passing footsteps...
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Day 15: Naomi
rode on the train with me up from New York City to New Haven. We were having such a good time talking and making jokes that we didn't even realize we'd arrived in New Haven.
Naomi told me she hates having her picture taken. She and I are kindred spirits in that sense. I think she looks wonderful in this photo. I started talking with her because she was wearing this really cool jacket (note in photo), and on the back it said "The Manhattans". Come to find out, it was an R&B group that she was involved with (she was on the Executive team). She got on the train in Grand Central wearing this jacket, looking all cool-like and I told myself I wanted a photo with her. But it took me almost the entire ride today to work up the nerve to ask her. Finally I did, and am I glad.
She told me the story of how she got her jacket ("It was a surprise - they gave everybody one.") and shared a little bit about the group. Then we talked about the weather, hurricanes and such. After a review of all the damage we've been reading about in the newspaper (Naomi made sure to bring her New York Times and New Yorker with her), we started making jokes about what in the world is going on. We were laughing at the idea that G-d is saying, "Enough already!"
I told her the joke about the guy who is stuck on a mountain when a huge flood comes, waiting for G-d to help him. A raft passes by, he waves it away. A helicopter passes by, he sends it off. A boat arrives, he doesn't get on. Each time he tells his rescuer, "I'm fine, G-d's going to save me." Finally, he finds himself standing in front of G-d and he asks G-d "What happened?" G-d responds, "I sent you a raft, a helicopter, and a boat. What more do you want?"
After we recovered from our laughter and jokes about the Ten Plagues, Naomi then said, "It's only life if we can still laugh."
Indeed. Naomi, you rock. And I hope you get to see this.
After recovering from my long journey on the rail, I rode out on my bike. I left a bit of art in the sunshine.
Naomi told me she hates having her picture taken. She and I are kindred spirits in that sense. I think she looks wonderful in this photo. I started talking with her because she was wearing this really cool jacket (note in photo), and on the back it said "The Manhattans". Come to find out, it was an R&B group that she was involved with (she was on the Executive team). She got on the train in Grand Central wearing this jacket, looking all cool-like and I told myself I wanted a photo with her. But it took me almost the entire ride today to work up the nerve to ask her. Finally I did, and am I glad.
She told me the story of how she got her jacket ("It was a surprise - they gave everybody one.") and shared a little bit about the group. Then we talked about the weather, hurricanes and such. After a review of all the damage we've been reading about in the newspaper (Naomi made sure to bring her New York Times and New Yorker with her), we started making jokes about what in the world is going on. We were laughing at the idea that G-d is saying, "Enough already!"
I told her the joke about the guy who is stuck on a mountain when a huge flood comes, waiting for G-d to help him. A raft passes by, he waves it away. A helicopter passes by, he sends it off. A boat arrives, he doesn't get on. Each time he tells his rescuer, "I'm fine, G-d's going to save me." Finally, he finds himself standing in front of G-d and he asks G-d "What happened?" G-d responds, "I sent you a raft, a helicopter, and a boat. What more do you want?"
After we recovered from our laughter and jokes about the Ten Plagues, Naomi then said, "It's only life if we can still laugh."
Indeed. Naomi, you rock. And I hope you get to see this.
After recovering from my long journey on the rail, I rode out on my bike. I left a bit of art in the sunshine.
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