I’m not going to tell you about Angel Haze. Instead, I will let her speak for herself. Down is a direction, not a destination. Don’t live there. If you don’t know Haze, here is one of her big hits, performed with Sia. Now, fuck that. Here’s Haze. Out.
“Everyday at a quarter past three I open up a can of tuna and set it on the table. I cut two thick slices of bread that has already begun to stale and put them on a white china plate already set out on the table, and slide it next to the can of tuna.…
So, on a whim, I’ve decided to restart our old Days of Art series, with no commitment as to continuing it other than we’ll do so as long as its A) fun to do, B) reasonable within life’s time constraints, and C) read by someone other than us. We look at art constantly a lot…
You’ve undoubtedly read this title to this piece, so let’s cut right to the chase. Must we respect the wishes of dead artists? In my opinion, the answer is no, or more accurately, the annoying it depends. If an artist leaves explicit instructions as to the distribution and use of their work in the form…
“You are constantly trying to get the audience into the state of feeling, how things feel, rather than how things are.” — Brad Bird This excellently animated (illustrated?) five-minute films features Brad Bird, writer and director of animated films The Iron Giant, The Incredibles and Ratatouille, providing insights into his process and why many people…
I’m finding the futility of life oddly poetic today, given the most recent acts of violence in Dallas. Carved into the hard grain of reality is a word that people seldom know how to pronounce: accountability. Whether we are directly affected by events or not is moot. We are all in some way accountable because…
Of all the photographs I have taken over the years, some of my most prized are the ones that capture moments and details of everyday life that are in their own small, mundane way an intimate self-portrait. A cache of memories with a strong sense of temporality. Photography is my temple, my personal church…
We have been taught that words validate experience, so we feel inept when we are incapable of describing something that does not require words in order to appreciate it. In fact, we have been taught that verbal language is the only viable means for measuring intellect, and therefore the only salient means for…
I am reposting this piece, this time with soundtrack as it sounded in my head while writing. This poem is a satirical look at the young hip street photographers today and the mistakes they make in pursuing their photographic dreams. Transcript: This is a poem I composed in around 10 minutes. Inspired by a photo…
An Introduction to Vivian Maier, and the Phenomenon of the Artist-Photographer. Vivian Maier, born in New York in 1926, a nanny originally of French and Austrian heritage, was, is, in mine and Bill’s opinion possibly the best street photographer in the history of street photography. She has been hailed as one of the greatest talents…
Raw, Naked Art 