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All to be available on October 2nd at Madison Zine Fest!

stills

these are stills from the video installation I'm working on, one TV will have video of my home movies, and another, across from it will show me watching the videos. It's been a very strange experience to watch all these movies, hours of them (though the final piece will only be and hour and a 1/2 loop) to be confronted with this concise family history and to try to process it.

the news

It feels really good to be listened to. Here's something I wrote for an english class a couple months ago:

We exist in a time that is changing in big and important ways. As a general whole I think we’ve felt defeated for the past eight years. Some of us have protested or just complained but however we’ve dealt with the abusive political climate, the increasingly choking restrictions placed on our personal freedoms, we haven’t been able to escape them. I think the most impressive change I’ve witnessed is a new crazy hopefulness. People who have never taken much stock in their roles as citizens might finally feel like they matter, “they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference”. If this record voter turnout says anything it should at least say that. Even as a white, midwestern girl I feel more politically represented now than I, having participated in American media/pop culture as well as having witnessed the representation of our white supremacist patriarchal bureaucracy through these outlets over the course of my life, thought I could feel. Whatever Barack Obama’s doctrine of change means to any one person this whole process can say that if you care about something, and you care enough to do something about it, to make art, or to vote, or yell about it, or anything, it does matter and you can sincerely incite an action that’s grander than you are. It’s incredible to me that a group of people who were so beaten for so long could come together and get what they wanted, to get the man they wanted as President elected, could forget and put behind them what they needed to and to keep trying. Regardless of the myriad criticisms that could be posed in regards to the political system in the United States it’s still more than sweet. For me anyway, the election of Barack Obama seemed to validate the past century of epic struggle this country has seen. However long it takes, if it can all add up, eventually the struggle is worth it, right?
It dangerous though, this burgeoning optimism. I’m hopeful about this new administration and I’m more hopeful about the spirit it may have enlivened in people; but I know that optimism can’t stop me from questioning my world, my society, the choices I make for myself, and the choices I let my government make for me. Of course now I, and everyone else, shouldn’t stop making decisions for myself. If I want something, I can have it. In as unimperialistic and effacing a manner as possible if I want something it’s ridiculous for me not to have it. Just remember!


Also, I'm pretty sure this isn't news anymore but here are some video stills I took. Remember this one, heh? I feel like I was one of the first to have stills of this posted online (on Garrett's cool index exhibit site):

GHOST!//001*_

What defines absence? or Lack? When do we become ghosts of ourselves, our lives become ghosts of our lives, and places become the ghosts of our places?

What inhabits the empty parts of our lives, why do I imagine ghosts use the things I never do? The formal dining room, the chair in the corner.

I stopped believing in ghosts. But, for a long time they meant something important to me. While I might have been plagued by it, the question of their existence or non-existence, the possibility, was something I owned. I imagined them walking down the stairs all night, standing next to my bed when I couldn't sleep with the floor creaking and the window tapping and the crackle of light in the dark.

Here are some images I made of ghosts, sort of.