20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.

Monday, January 19, 2009

sometimes i surprise myself

art school consists of a lot of conceptual bullshit and justifying yourself through augmented critical vocabularies. i've become shockingly good at it, but sometimes i'd like to think that i mean what i say. excerpted from my preliminary thesis statement:

1. i think a lot about history as a manner of evoking what was lost to the progression of time.
2. i believe that art is an active process for investigating the poetry latent in the everyday.

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I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.

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