I’ve been attempting to capture a real moment. This is what the selfies have been, as well as a few other things I haven’t shared here. The problem is, that by the act of capturing the moment (through taking a selfie, an audio recording, or video), I’m automatically influencing the moment, negating it’s ‘realness.’ It’s a catch 22.
So, introducing the next iteration, the Narrative Clip. I ordered this camera from PhotoJoJo, and have been wearing it for a while now. It is a small wearable camera that takes a photograph every 30 seconds. I have committed to wearing it for all of February, if not longer. I think the point is that I have to wear it long enough that it becomes second nature and I am not so painfully aware of it. It isn’t the perfect solution to my problem of negating the real moment, but it’s the next step in figuring it out.
I’m getting a lot of crappy pictures of my apartment and my studio, but also some interesting photos. I’m not sure what I will do with these photos, if anything at all, but it’s an experiment I think I need to do, so I’ve committed. Here’s a few examples of what I’ve captured so far.
The bathroom photos are still the most interesting, because what I’m interested in is me, not necessarily the outside world. (Cleaning my teeth with a syringe because I got my wisdom teeth taken out recently.)
A few of us MFA’s went out dancing the other night- I was wearing a pair of ears that I had made and had clipped the camera to them- this photo was taken when I dropped my ears on the floor at our friend’s house.
A few photos from the club…
I’ve been getting the odd enigma photo as well… who knows what this is?
I’ve finally gotten around to editing some of the documentation images of work I made and documented during my time at the Gushul last month. Here are some images of some of the journal panels I did. More images in my portfolio.
I have more work that I finished at the Gushul, more photos to come.
Journal Panels Statement
I’ve been keeping written and visual journals since Mrs. Henley set us the assignment in her grade two class in 1992. I don’t know if she realized the impact this would have on my life. I was eight.
My journals have been my constant companion in my life, confidant through it all. I could chart out my life by them, an archive of my triumphs, hopes and dreams, and lessons learned.
My journal process involves a lot of collage, collecting of images, text, random bits, song lyrics, and personal memories. I don’t plan the images out before they happen. Working on multiple panels or pages at a time, I choose things impulsively, instinctively, without thinking too much about it. I choose whatever resonates with me at the time for whatever reason, sometimes coordinating by color or theme. Often things that seem completely random gather themselves together to form a color scheme or theme that I might not have come up with on my own. I paint, collage, stamp with my hand carved linoleum stamps, write and doodle all over them, suspending conscious thought, in an attempt to allow something of my subconscious to shine through. In a sense, this is my own personal kind of meditation, a compulsion that allows me to relax and process things in my own way.
The work in this series is an attempt to share my journals and the process with a wider audience. They are at once public and personal, although hopefully not too cryptic. This particular set acts as a series of pep talks to myself, things I’d like to remember to do, to live my life to the fullest and not worry too much. I hope that others might find something useful in them as well.
See more here.