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Big J, hangin' out. With a very, very tiny old man. Also known as a "homunculus"! I love that I just got to use that word.
What are you waiting for Detroit? You've got nothing to lose, let's make this happen.
This is my first-ever photo shoot, taken around the time I first saw Dino-Riders, at age 6 or so. And now I'm a photographer. Which I think means I owe this all to the sublime genius that is Dino-Riders. Which is awesome.
Another creation by my dad. This time it's his record collection.
My dad carved the sculpture. I printed this on a 4"x6" photo postcard, meaning it's regular b&w photo paper, but the back looks like this.
See also -----> :O
Cave In anti-hiatus show at Great Scott, 7/19/09.
Poor Alfred. The world is unkind, and so are mildew stains.
Alfred in later years. Not looking too spry.
Again, I mainly just fixed the brightness and contrast on this photo digitally, because the time this print spent in the bathroom really took its toll. As I imagine was the case with Alfred himself.
One of several photos of this man -- who I'm arbitrarily going to call Alfred, because he just looks like an Alfred -- that I found while archiving the contents of musty old boxes at a temp job. After four years tacked to my bathroom wall (why not?), I scanned it and retouched it slightly.
Burned silver print.
Every day at sunset.
This is one of a series of photo-collages I did a while back. They combine photos of books of Renaissance paintings with various religious text.
Do you like them?
The outside of this hall of mirrors had a huge sign that said "Mardi Gras", and was covered with festive scenes from said Gras. When you walked up, a carny (anyone who works at a carnival can be called a carny. They don't have to be wee) handed you a string of beads to wear. Inside, you navigated through the decorationless mirrors to a dingy stairwell. Once upstairs, you walked across a plain steel platform that had four of those wavy funhouse mirrors bolted to the rear wall. Next to one of them, there was a button. When you pressed the button, a shrill witch cackle rang out through a speaker above you. At the end of this bland white walkway was a purple twisty slide. This was the only way to exit "Mardi Gras". Because of this experience, I will never go to New Orleans.
One of my four prints from The Mansion Show 2009. This is two negatives stacked together. One is the portrait, and on top of that is a completely black negative that I scratched up. The face is peering through the scratch mask, and all the white space is the remaining emulsion.
Atop the Hellcat Observation Tower on Plum Island. I didn't see any Hellcats at all. What a ripoff.
I hope your 4th of July was as Vegas-y as mine was.
Popcorn is my favorite flavor of cotton candy.
Christopher L. Mullins slept here. And almost died here, come to think of it.
One night while he was sleeping, some stitches from recent dental surgery came loose and he almost drowned in his own life-juice. Luckily, once awake, he was able to run to the sink and empty the blood ocean from his face. BLOOD OCEAN. He kindly took a picture of the result and gave me a 4x6 glossy. Cross your fingers that I never find it, because I WILL scan it and I WILL post it here.
UPDATE: It's the future now, and I posted it.
At last, the day has come to post this majestic photo. It was originally even more majestic than this, as a noble and handsome eagle actually swooped through the frame as I took the picture, clutching a bundle of arrows in one set of talons, and a George Foreman grill in the other. I photoshopped it out though, because I try not to be a showoff.
Color photogram of some lacy material of some sort.
I like it when drawers and shelves are built into the wall. Way to go, Shakers.
An electrifying performance was tarnished by the fact that they were doing "What I Got" by Sublime.
Pretty but pointless stairs that start nowhere and lead to nothing.
The room at the end of the hallway is where the skull lived.
BUSHES. And a paper bag.
A blank piece of photo paper, coated with developer and fixer in varying degrees with various implements. After the paper dried I cut little windows in it and mounted it on cardboard stock with fragments of other prints underneath. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Epic bowlcut.
Combining the ingredients from these with this.
I put Acousticy in the corner.
I love me some farm equipment.
I want one of these lightbulbs for every lamp I own.
I took this picture at a friend's house right before we went to see Low, and now whenever I listen to The Great Destroyer, this is what I see in my head. But it works.
Me as a little kid, getting ready to take my dad's bike for a ride.The previous statement was in jest. At the time the original picture was taken I was far too young to pilot a motorcycle.
Going with yesterday's theme, my mom originally gave this to my cousin as a birthday present last year, minus the accessories. He was horrified, and when Christmas rolled around he regifted it to her. For his next birthday, she re-regifted it back to him, all trashed up, complete with cardboard box grotto. He loves it now.
I have a version of this print somewhere that has the shadow of a hand reaching across from the left side. It gives the picture an entirely different meaning and feeling. I'll post it if I find it.
What.
Alternate version of this piece. For this one I laid strips of cardboard over the paper for a few seconds as I exposed the image, which is where the lines come from. The face has a different scratch mask over it. And I solarized the area around the face, which is why everything is gray instead of white. Although it should be black, not gray, so I'm not sure what happened there.
What happens when a Sony SnapLab printer runs out of ink ribbon while it's printing.
Me and my flannel and my poofy mullet. Things haven't changed a whole lot.