“He Sat in the window thinking. Man has a tropism for order. Keys in one pocket, change in the other. Mandolins are tuned G D A E. The physical world has a tropism for disorder, entropy. Man against Nature…the battle of the centuries. Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth wile.”
I don’t usually go into any kind of explication of my work on tumblr. I generally feel like it’s disadvantageous for me to do so, and after going to art school and listening to countless other people talk about their work, I am quite sure that I must also be a vacuous git, but this book does require a bit of explanation. It also serves as an end of year reflection for me so naturally it warrants a small amount of #personal writing. (maybe?)
The book is comprised of pictures taken on my iPhone at a beach not far from my home. What inspired me to put it into a book was a conversation I had with my good friend, photographer, Brian Van Wyk. We discussed how casual documentation can be a much more honest, and representative expression of ones general state of mind, than a planned-out project with an agenda. When looking at my photos it becomes clear in retrospect what I have been looking at recently. It also reveals where I have physically been, mostly that is moping on the beach, taking grim photos of fog, dead trees and seaweed, Unknowingly documenting the change of the seasons. In this way the book acts as a photographic timeline of a place and of me.
I admit this is all heavily self-indulgent stuff, and I am not particularly proud of this in any context other than it being a nice way to document the last few months. It is a comfort to have this thing printed, and unlike my computer it is not susceptible to hard-drive failures and coffee spills (well maybe coffee spills.) I plan on making more of them, and giving them to the important people in my life.
This project has had me thinking a lot about the great American photographer Robert Adams. His documentation of America over 50 years implies a wandering lonely photographer and a very long life, and that is more reassurance than any of the advice I have heard in the last few months. Even if spending days walking on the beach, smoking packs of cigarettes, and impromptu escapes to the other side of the country did little to change the past, I have learned as long as those I love are happy, and I am behind a camera, or in front of a saw, or drawing something, I can take comfort in the uncertainty of the things to come, and that is more than I could say about myself 7 months ago.
Thanks for reading,
Printed a little photo book. I’m going to start doing this every couple months. It will be nice to turn all my iphone photos into something tangible. More pictures to come once I get some proper lighting.
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