Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
As usual, I'm interested in the things in everyday life that look odd but are, in actuality, normal average things.
Take for example: this yellow truck. I pass it every time I walk to the studio, but I can't help feeling like it looks like a toy truck even when I stand right beside it. The other day I was shocked to see it being driven around town as I was secretly convinced it never moved from this parking spot in the industrial park. I like the way it looks like something from another time, or better yet, like a toy truck from another time. I not-so-secretly wish that I own it.
I've been thinking a lot about the act of walking lately, and more specifically: the act of walking to my studio. This walk signifies for me an acknowledgement of my practice as an artist, so of course, being a photographer primarily, I'm documenting that act. It's been a nice way to slow down an observe the minutiae of everyday life, but also propels me to think about the transformation that occurs in the walk from work to apartment to studio. Here's another picture from along my route.