For the freest spirit must have some birth place, some locus standi from which to view the world and some innate passion by which to judge it.
George Santayana
3.29pm
at aurora coffee, atlanta, ga
Why do I feel I must roll out the excuses? Oh, maybe because I've gone my entire month of freedom without any documentation thereof? I have been working on two big projects that hopefully are cool enough to excuse me, because over the past three weeks of vacation I have been overanalyzing myself to such a degree that I felt too self-absorbed even to discuss myself on my eponymous personal webpage: quite a feat, if I do say so myself.
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CREATION is the very beginning and first attempt at a sketch of an idea that Elena came up with last year. It's still pretty minimal, but I would love it if anyone wanted to play with it. I made the account creation somewhat protected, but you must be special, because I'll let you in on it that you can create an account here, with invitation code 123456. If anyone has feedback, I'd love that as well. You can graffiti it all over the site, or email me.
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And now, at last, something I hinted at more than six months ago, I think I'm going to call my first big photographic project done, for this phase at least.
It's something I've been compelled to do for a while; a visual/textual exploration; trying to convey something that means something to me, even though it may be through a subject matter with which I'm not altogether comfortable.
Even without a strong religious background or an obvious awareness of a spiritual presence in my upbringing, churches (the right kind) have always laid upon me a very heavy sense of meaning. They stick it right in me: a sense of the knowledge that there is a connection between generations of humanity; we are all in on the search to understand the world and ourselves and the ever-enticing feeling in the back of our heads, sometimes in the forefront of our daily thoughts, that something is important, something is inexplicable, something might give it all meaning.