summer

The interminable burden of summer classes has kept me from 1)finishing anything and 2)posting anything. I almost feel like I get more done during the school year, not to say that the delicious prospect of early graduation isn't just that or that the classes weren't a choice and pretty awesome unto themselves. This is an old image I made, freshman year, collage on a piece of cardboard with gel medium and ink, I believe.

Also, This has been my main focus recently, writing about and uploading portions of my found photo collection as the ongoing final project for an art history class I'm taking.

Collection

These are some found photographs from my collection. I used to paw through stacks of frames at thrift stores for them, slim pickings these day. Now I usually find them in bins at antique stores. I think I feel as connected to these images as to the ones I made. I'll post more sometime, they're a pain to scan.

pictures

Here are some images that I think function individually to the world but personally as a series. They're about what I saw one summer. I love the Midwest but I hate living here. I hate the cold and my memory is too bad to appreciate the summer. I get distracted and lonely, I miss what my life is during the winter.