Escapist narcotic practices belonging to a project I have called Ceiling (Sky).
My home, Northglenn, CO: 26 January 2009
Your love waits you.
“It’s amazing to slip into someone else’s privacy like this. A few feet away is the rarest of entities- another being who believes himself to be alone. I mean, yes, okay, we are probably not, when alone, profoundly or maybe even noticeably different, but how can you know that, really, about anyone, save yourself? Isn’t this part of what you keep looking for in art- rescue from solitude and subjectivity; the sense of company in history and the greater world; the human mystery simultaneously illuminated and deepened: by Giotto’s expelled Adam and Eve, by Rembrandt’s final self-portraits, by Walker Evan’s photos from Hale County. The art of the past tried to give us something like what’s happening to Peter right now- a look into the depths of the human other.”
By Nightfall, Michael Cunningham
San Antonio, TX: 28 March 2011
A professor of mine once pointed out that I photograph ceilings and sky/landcapes with the same approach. Our conversation resulted in this: Ceiling (sky)
Willoughby Residence Hall, Brooklyn, NY: 11 February 2008
”[…]Courbet’s painting raises the question for me as to whether Courbet does not in fact rather brilliantly convey in his partial representation of a woman something of the very partiality of the gaze of love. A partiality depicted by Lacan:
When in love I solicit a look, what is profoundly unsatisfying
and always missing is that – You never look at me from the
place from which I see you. Conversely, what I look at is
never what I wish to see.”
—The Gaze of Gustave Courbet’s L’origine du monde , a response to Juan Davila
My apartment this morning, San Diego, CA: 14 July 2011