June 2009
Narrative Photography: Central Illinois to... →
Ever since I wrote an art review on David del Pilar Potes’s photography, I’ve been very curious about the narrative aspects of photography. Potes’s work inspired in me a vivid…
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each night I go to bed a little bit later I wake up in the morning forgetting the past days add up like coins in my pocket I’m rich with hours another little bit has passed I find another…
Opening Pandora's Box: Assisted Suicide →
Last night, very very late (I think it was around 4 o’clock in the morning), I was just about to go to bed when I cracked open Pandora’s box on Twitter. I tweeted: What is the…
Re-thinking Iran and Twitter →
After writing “Is Social Technlogy Making Us Smarter?”, I felt a twinge of regret for not having capitalized on my argument. While we all agree that social technology is becoming a greater…
Is Social Technology Making Us Smarter? →
L’Oro dell’ Azzurro by Joan Miro (via Spaceweaver)
Two interesting articles, one from The Atlantic called “Get Smarter”, and another by Peter Daou called “The Philosophical…
Normal, IL: Documentary Photos Part Two →
The first set of photos that I took of downtown Normal only covered half of the main street. This is the other half. Photos of the downtown area would be incomplete without…
Normal, IL: Documentary Photos →
I recently bought my first digital camera. Inspired by the work of David del Pilar Potes, I decided to try my hand at some documentary photography. In particular, I’m…
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“Do you know what dwells in the glass?” asked Ole. “I will tell you. There dwell...”
– http://www.fairytalescollection.com/Hans_Christian_Anderson/Ole_the_Tower_Keeper_print.htm
Interview with the Photographer →
In my last post I wrote about my subjective experience of looking at David del Pilar Potes’s photography. This interview is meant to accompany that post and give some insight into the…
Lethe on Google →
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My little gray cat has grown so fat I don’t even recognize him anymore. I used to cradle him in my arms, He used to run around the house, Now he sits at the foot of my bed And begs me to feed him…
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It was a dream I had before I went to bed I said, “Dad”— both of us were in the car on a strip of highway we stared like zombies into the cone of headlights “What?” My dad answered his voice…
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Art Links
Maggie Taylor: http://www.maggietaylor.com/ James Jean: http://jamesjean.com/ Adam Baum Gold Gallery: http://www.adambaumgoldgallery.com/ Boooooom!: http://www.booooooom.com/ But Does it Float: http://butdoesitfloat.com/ Beautiful/Decay: http://beautifuldecay.com/ Contemporary Art Blog: http://www.miccicohan.net/blog/ Notcot: http://www.notcot.org/ Artcylopedia: ...
Aurelio Madrid Drew My Portrait →
