I guess I need to do a self portrait at some point here. This is here just so the nagging will go away.
Current Residence: New Jersey Favourite genre of music: all Favourite photographer: Diane Arbus, Cindy Sherman, Weegee Favourite style of art: all Operating System: please... Shell of choice: cowrie Wallpaper of choice: ironic pseudo-Victorian Skin of choice: intact Personal Quote: "We'll See" - Gust's Zenmaster
Favourite Visual Artist
Doubt, Synechdoche NY, Charlie Wilson's War
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
many, too many
the one I'm reading now
Tools of the Trade
found objects, the World, Canon EOS 5D, XL H1, lots of lenses, Lensbaby 3G, various software
"My Life According to Dar Williams" adapted from "The Song Game" which I seem to have managed to lose the link to. Let me know if you were the one who sent that to me? The featured pics are not all necessarily on subject...
Pick your Artist:
Are you a male or female?:
As Cool as I Am
The Great Unknown
How do you feel:
Describe where you currently live:
If you could go anywhere where would you go?
This Was Pompeii
Your favorite form of transportation:
This is one of those incidents where something happened over 30 years ago, and the punch line only comes now. I wouldn't be writing this for the public eye normally, but in this case, the death of Cassia is something that has had resonance throughout the plus-thirty years that followed. In many ways it has been central to my attitudes, especially regarding art and painting -- but also has extended to other forms of expression, writing included.
Though I never met her, her death had, first of all an enormous impact on her father, who was my professor for a painting class at Oberlin, and his grief, and the way he coped with grief in the days