Chicago: And the Search for My Mental Drain-O

this is me getting my tourist on, photographing any thing that i saw that i didnt already have in the town that i already live in.
I have been in a horrble block and in need of serious inspiration for technique and subject.

So i do believe that this trip really did help, or renewed the vigor and vim that i have for art making. I did begin to rely less on what the final productg ought to be, but what process got me there.

Just like the 8 hour drive to chicago. Going into it, i was more focused on what would happen when i got to chicago, and did not attempt to enjoy the process. The trip is often just as inspiring as the destination. Awful cliche, but terribly obvious that its not just by chance that it often is. As people we tend to forget to document the process. We tend to forget to note or acknowledge what got you to where you are. And that is what my focus is for the few pieces in my mind at the moment.

A group of meditations on: time, space, memory, and process. In a very small way these photos document the process or drive that it took to get to chicago, to my illusive inspiration.

Theory

I have a theory. Humankind is not exactly aware of what perfection is. And i am beyond willing to argue that every ideal of perfect is wrong. The ideal varies from culture to culture. Crazy Americans find scrawny chicks with no meat on there bones to be sexy. Is that right? or is that their imperfections peeking through? Body fat is what protects our vital organs. So why is it that so many want to completely loose all traces of body fat. Its supposed to be there. When the second ice age comes, you all are going to die. That's a promise.
Just a Thought

Im Not All That Happy

The argument often is that, "as long as you are doing what you love you will be happy." You should pursue what you love. To challenge yourself physically, conceptually, and emotionally, is of great importance. But my conflict is that i want much to go along with that. And i cannot help but to acknowledge what is only logical. The arts are amazing things that only speak to indivuduals on emotional spiritual and conceptual levels. And many are disgusted, understandably so, by smething so meaning full being exploited for any thing other. It speaks, communicates, emotes and relays heart touching stories that truly do reach parts that only art can. But i cannot find myself satisfied with living with my mom for the rest of my life painting pretty pictures that no one will every see or care to see. I do not care for the starving artist ideal. But is there anything thing else that an artist can attain to aside from an image? Midtown is not all that cool. beautiful and great support of the arts. but why so expensive? Everything is just too clear. Image is what sells. and that is a disgusting disapointment. Categories are to concrete. Never explained or discussed, but understood. Can i not shop at black lodge video and have colection of books just for show, and still exist in this realm? Can i not wear ugly cordoroid blazzers and pumas and still attend this exhebiton? I wish i did apply to one of many of the senseless categories that are. but i feel as though that is only my countless insecurities speaking. I wish i didnt fall so hard and directly into any of these categories. but are not the non-conformists conforming to non-conformity? Are not what i may see as a simple like or dislike what places us in silly categories? Hm allow me to just address one of these categories that upsets my life.

Cool Kids '09:
i call them gay
skinny jeans
scarves (come'on it is 80 degrees outside)
unkempt hair and beards
odd obsession with sb dunks
(ok i get it cool shoes. nice colors. tie them you tool)
believe that its not lame to wear plad
influenced nickelodeon (iCarly if they're not obnoxious scene kids.......)

see im not all that happy with you Americans. I am willing to bet that you can identify 4 pop culture occurances that is this description, and 3 or more ppl who do also.
its upsetting. What and why is fad.
the end of the Effington Illinois world, thats what it is.
bye

oh and those darn glasses. the big ones, large black frame.
ugh i swear you dont need those.