Tuesday, June 23, 2009



I also got the super popular IWAMI 1128. Well, I’m kind of joking about the popular thing, but for $1.99 it’s a pretty dope toy camera! It basically handles like a 35mm Holga. I have this impression that it’s going to be a good “no worries” camera for sure…
For starters, I scanned in a triptych and diptych that I printed among others a few months ago. I was inspired to create an image out of multiple photos after seeing work from Justin Kirchoff (He tought me at MECA) and David Hilliard. Making these images with film was meticulous and sometimes backbreaking. I didn’t know what I was going to get, thus most of the images were not aesthetically pleasing. However, the two above I do enjoy. I feel they are progress to perhaps a larger body of work in the future. I see some in color as well…! Making these photos appeal to me because I’m doing more than just camera work. Color is controlled like paint on a canvas. It’s collage. I’m sculpting. It’s a little bit of everything, which is a mirror of me as the artist…
.Special thanks to Dan Matthews.
I just finally scanned all my prints from my Nightshots project. Again, it’s wicked tough living off campus right now. I ended up just copying the original 11 x 14 prints with a cheap point and shoot digital camera. I’m not too satisfied with the digital slides. They are much flatter and less sharp than the originals. Yet I did happen to like some of the prints. These are just a few…. Below is my original artist statement I wrote for crit.
I am always trying to push my photography into new directions, however I have come to my senses that on this occasion the work has pushed itself. For the first time I have put my confidence purely within the pictures I have come to make. Besides the facts that all photographs are shot within the hours of night, there are little to no regulations to subject matter. It’s the presence of light that I find appealing. How spaces and subjects display themselves with only what the city of Portland, ME have to offer. Whether it’s a pine tree trapped behind a fence or pay phones suspended from a brick wall, something almost indescribable is always present only at night...