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Talambuhay
Our Memories Aren’t Opaque
Makeshift light box
Multitudes
A time spent in
the dialectic and
speaking of duality.
These are nights
of conversation
and days of snow
in a whisper.
No. 03 Text: Fragments. Process. Layers. Built up over time, the individual fragments are indicative not of a solitary piece, but of a body of work, a process in whole. Gestalt.
Images from left to right: Front,Back and Process
03 | j.budde
02 | m.forbes
01 | h.r.allen
00 | r.murray
When it is day,
but dark
and you can pretend
it is night,
listen.
Books I am reading over my fellow passengers’ shoulders on the #4 Bus to Downtown Seattle:
Glory Days in Tribe Town
Core Samples From the World
Live and Let Die
Don Quioxote
Los Gusanos
Lie Catcher
The Millionaire Fast Lane
A Wild Sheep Chase
Boys In A Boat
Grave Disturbance
The Gone Away World
Don’t Suck, Don’t Die: Giving Up Vic Chesnutt
Wool
Where Angels Fear to Tread
A Game of Thrones
The Cannibus Grow Bible
The Luminaries: A Novel
Care for the Life of the Soul
Messy Spirituality
No. 02 Upper: I don't know where I was on Saturday. Pressed fern, pink candle wax, pink blush, masking tape (9x13 inches). Lower: Memory. Cyanotype print (8x10 inches)
02 | m.forbes
01 | h.r.allen
00 | r.murray
The world, as seen in Flatland
Underpass
Night (1,2, and reverse)
for j.budde
Serra Pelada
for e.jennings
No. 01 (front/back)
01 | h.r.allen
00 | r.murray
At sunset, I face east, waiting for the moment when the only hint of light is from the mountains silhouetted against the night sky.
excerpt from As Silhouette, by Marie Touré
Kalaloch (1 of 2)