Tick, Tick, Tick...

Well, there is no avoiding it. Every minute that goes by gets us one minute closer to the next residency. I, for one, am thrilled that it is nearly upon us. I feel like I have had a very productive semester of work, and I have to get it out someplace where people can see it.

I was very pleased with the baseball photos that I made a couple of posts earlier. These scarred circles, remnants of stitches, simultaneously simple and incredibly complex. Miles of thread wound into a ball, stripped of its hide. Some were already stripped, some I helped a little bit, curious to see what lay underneath the peeling skin. It’s similar to the fascination I have with picking at peeling paint, glue, tape, or chewed gum stuck under a desk (I know, gross, but I can’t help it).

I then took these photos a step further, allowing the weather that contributed to the appearance of the baseballs to contribute to the appearance of their prints as well. I made large cyanotypes, using the sun to create the image, and let the negative stay on the paper until the wind blew it off, allowing nature to control the length of the exposure as well.

I am fascinated with these results. So this is where I am on June 1, 2015. Paraphrasing Diane Arbus, this has all become a question about a question. The more I figure out, the less I know.