photos sent to my by my uncle

dinner

does anyone else feel dumb cooking just for one?

8.27.10

today is my first day in Ohio alone
it is my first day with out Shea
it is the first time i dont know when ill see him again
it is a tearing
time is passing hardly at all now
some of the time it is hard to move at all
i am not inspired to do anything momentarily
yet i feel as though i want to
i have left myself
myself has left me
when he loves her
when she loves him
its hard to breath
hard to eat
hard to speak
hard to be anything
when one is ripped in two
i would hardly make my bones move away from you
it will always feel like it was the wrong
thing to do

the hate of capitalism is commercial

are things actually romantic when they are happening
or just when you sitting alone and thinking back about it?

race space space race

in my mind i am creating an installation called race space
when thinking about pictures and words and playing on them
i like to search google images for ideas and to see what people think about those works

awesome photos from race space

ModCloth Style Short: 115 Seconds of Summer

made for a video contest. prize 500 modcloth dollars
we didnt win it was too good

second

it is under consideration that this blog will be extending beyond the photo/art relm and enter into the general life/thoughts relm. due to lack of followers this will be effecting mostly myself directly and not much of anyone else.

none

i am going to start a new series of drawing/ possibly a small book
called sometimes i wonder

i like how my drawings look in my head but my actual skill hinders it from life
sideways mouth face to that

:/

AHA!

one of my pieces from the AHA! show

it received three stars from the judges

Artist Statement

The previous images were created for my thesis exhibition at Texas State University this past semester.

I’m My Type

Stereotypes standardize and simplify one’s conception of groups, based on prior assumptions. Being multiracial has meant having to experience this often as well as having people select one race by which they can identify me as being. In reaction to and in investigation of these experiences I have dressed up and photographed myself as some of the stereotypes of each of my racial backgrounds.

From the collection of self-portraits photographed I composed a collage of stereotypes for each race. I then scanned these collages to make new two-dimensional images. In the process of wearing these costumes I became disabled in a way. When a self-portrait is taken the subject has some control over how he or she will be perceived by the viewer, taking these images felt completely different. There was a psychological barrier and disconnect between the physical objects and myself. The stereotypes immediately project something to the viewer. Wearing these layers and layers of stereotypical dress that I don’t relate to in any way was something that I felt was impossible to push any part of myself past. The images are the visualization of what mentally goes on with stereotyping, but actually experiencing this in the process was not something I had anticipated.

What if a person is only perceived as a stereotype? What if a person were merely a collection of stereotypes? How much of a person’s identity can really be placed on race or appearance at all? Physically all these collages are is a collection of stereotypes. A photograph can only be physical unless it possesses some idea or emotion, even so it can be destroyed and then it’s gone. The vast circulation of the photograph in part perpetuates today’s stereotypes. In this way photography is a participant in how people apply racial perceptions and stereotyping. A person’s identity can become or be implied as a character, an archetype, rather than identity being placed in one’s character.

installation shot

mexican

spanish

italian

irish

dead mall [a series i did about 2 years ago]

texas bush

found youtube video