I've been sporadically working on a complete redo of my portfolio site and think it is time to come up with a new artist's statement. I could use some new verbiage to get the words flowing. 
Is conformity so ingrained now that whenever someone does something outside of the bounds of acceptable creativity the refrain "they must have too much spare time" is sung? What does that mean? What is "too much spare time"? And how is using it creatively anything but laudable? The fundamental underlying premise is there there is something more valuable to do with one's time than be creative, and that one should not have "spare" time. What is spare time? I presume that is time where one is not required by necessity to slave for a pay-cheque, serving and producing wealth for someone else (i.e. working at a job.) And it seems people who spend all their "spare" time consuming mass culture aren't chided for it. I've yet to see anyone interrupt a water-cooler pow-wow about the six hours of television everyone watched the night before by yelling, "You people all watched all those shows? You must have way too much spare time!" I've never heard anyone accused of having too much spare time after spending their long weekend drinking beer and grilling burgers. I've never heard anyone accused of having too much spare time after spending thousands of dollars on their vacation to fly to some far away beach and drink rum for two weeks...
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Above are two exposures of my friend Isaac, a.k.a. DJ Pandemonium, doing his thing at 560 Club last month, shot by another friend and fellow photographer, Michael Dicus. The first exposure, with no flash, the lights on the DJ decks and in the background look great, but we can't see Isaac at all. In the second one, with the flash, Isaac is well exposed, but we lose all the interesting stuff around him. Michael was kind enough to upload these shots to my website, Gothic BC and I wanted something for the opening shot of the gallery for the night and decided an combination of these two shots would work. Enter the magic of Photoshop. |
About two and half weeks ago I started coming down with what seemed like an ordinary cold. This past week has been anything but ordinary. I haven't had a cold latch on to my with such ferocity since I was a toddler with an as-yet not-fully-formed immune system. I recall be four years old and barking out the same sort of coughs that have been plaguing me for the last week. Last night was the first night in days where I've managed to get four hours of straight sleep. This has, of course, completely screwed up my ability to get anything done and I am now starting to feel overwhelmed by my own thwarted ambitions:
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