All the Pictures Fit to Print

Back at the Aldrich Gallery (Where I learned the modernism failed. It did. If you don’t believe me I suggest you ask a tour guide at the Aldrich (http://www.aldrichart.org/) She will tell you that the failure of modernist architecture and philosophy is just a fact; a fact like “the echidna is the only egg laying mammal.” One does not question the veracity of such things because doing so would be fruitless mental masturbation.) I made several composite photographs about which I felt very proud. I never had any trouble showing photographs of myself crawling about the gallery floor, clearly violating good taste.

However, there was one image that I simply did not want to share.

I never even did a test print. Looking at this image makes me feel sheepish. I hate seeing myself as a child all twisted up and nervous. This image is a visual representation of the discomfort I often feel. To see my body recorded in such contortions makes me want to hide from the world. At least it did. Looking back through my archive, I wish I had given this photo a chance. It is a mistake to take myself so seriously.

I think admitting that I can be childish and awkward might make me a better artist or, at the very least, a better person.