Holiday tradition, since 2006 has involved driving from Boston, MA to Allentown, PA. The six hour drive was punctuated by all of the familiar landmarks and stops. It got to the point that from any given place along the route that I traveled, I knew approximately how long it would be until I got home, within ten minutes or so. This year, that holiday tradition was (thankfully) broken, as I’ve moved back to the place I really call home. It felt weird not to set off Wednesday morning from the... Read the Rest →
January. Brighton MA. Tweet
I'm home and moved in. Work is kicking my ass. I have a crush.
Baseball Diamond, Lebanon Middle School. Lebanon CT. I am not particularly emotionally invested in baseball. I grew up only vaguely aware of the Philadelphia Phillies perpetual defeat. Football was the staple sport in my house and in my family; rarely was there a weekend when someone wasn’t going to a Penn State football game. Football blared from the TV from late August until January, when the Superbowl’s last seconds ticked down in the corner of the screen. Sure, I’ve been to baseball games (The Former Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Red Barons) and I... Read the Rest →
Photographing has always been an escape from my day-to-day life. I have considerable trouble making photographs in my every day observance of the world because, I suppose, photography is about escapism for me.
Despite being all over the place about making work the last few months, I’ve been thinking about three key motivating factors for making a sprawling, semi-coherent body of work about what it means to live, work and die in a landscape that has no here and therefore, has no there. Or, in other words, what it means to live in the generic, consumer-driven, suburban, car-centric United States. One: I recently finished James Howard Kunstler’s Geography of Nowhere. Two: I’m moving home, to Allentown, Lehigh Valley, Pennsylvania. Three: I drive everyday,... Read the Rest →
This post probably reads as a bit of a tribute to Nature Walk Boston. That’s a pretty correct assumption, considering the author of Nature Walk and I talked about these photos Monday evening. Tweet
MassArt Metal Shop, March 5th. Boston MA. I spent 2 hours last night at the forge. There is something ridiculously satisfying in heating up a piece of metal and banging the shit out of it to make an object. I spent an hour bent over a table with a TIG welding gun in one hand and filler wire in the other, running beads over 1/16″ pieces of steel. I didn’t really make anything interesting or nice to look at but I made metal stick together, I shaped steel into a... Read the Rest →
I had a chance with meeting with Minor Bird. I went to photograph a baseball diamond and a set of old bleachers that caught my eye. It was rainy and gray and cool for July. While I was approaching the park I heard jazz music, which seemed to be emanating from the trees. We eyeballed each other for the 15 or so minutes I was there until I walked up to him and said “What’s up?” Tweet
