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documentary photographer, robert frank, is dead.

documentary photographer, robert frank, is dead.

Robert Frank, ground-breaking documentary photographer, complicated and supported how I saw the world as a budding documentary photography student in the ‘90s. (We never met but I heard him talk to me through his images; how I framed the world was not crazy. An odd, unscripted candance was the part of me trying to find a personal visual language.) My photog professor handed me Frank’s book of “The Americans” when I decided to start a semester immersion journalism assignment on roller-skating rinks—the people inside, the lighting, the subculture.

The mantra back then was if we got one shot out of thirty-six (single frames on a film roll), he considered that a success. So I bought film in bulk with money I made off scholarship and writing news stories for the local newspapers. I sat in dark closets making rolls and rolls of film on my own blank film canisters. While fellow college kids drank in bars, I stood in the darkroom, watched my lousy (but sometimes beautiful) images develop, and smelled like fixer all the way home until I showered.

The goal was always: Does the developed image look like what you have stored in your brain at that exact moment of tripping the shutter? Do the images align?

I have spent the last 20 years hunting down his work in museums, in addition to Friedlander, Evans, Winogrand, Arbus, Atget. I took a precious day of vacation (only two weeks a year allowed on the job!) to listen to a lecture by famed photography curator John Szarkowski discuss documentary photography at the LACMA, where I was a docent.

This is no place, however, right now, for an extended essay on the state of photography in my personal opinion, but to only show extreme gratitude for finding Frank’s work at the right time in my life.

I hope you have artistic giants that have shaped your world, too.

metacognition: your thinking on your thinking

You can’t remember what you never paid attention to in the first place.   I said that in a conversation the other day while on a forested hike. And I know I read that somewhere, but I don’t remember what book I stole it from. Which makes me feel bad, because that wisdom is not mine, but I liked it enough to keep it and save it for myself. So, thank you books (in general) and to my reading habit.  I do remember this photograph from my archives.  I do remember taking it while in Malibu.  I don’t remember what day it was or if I had eaten a sandwich that day with Zuma Beach sand in it.  I do remember the feeling.

You can’t remember what you never paid attention to in the first place.

I said that in a conversation the other day while on a forested hike. And I know I read that somewhere, but I don’t remember what book I stole it from. Which makes me feel bad, because that wisdom is not mine, but I liked it enough to keep it and save it for myself. So, thank you books (in general) and to my reading habit.

I do remember this photograph from my archives.

I do remember taking it while in Malibu.

I don’t remember what day it was or if I had eaten a sandwich that day with Zuma Beach sand in it.

I do remember the feeling.


Memory has an emotional component to it that cements it in our brain.”
— Dr. Erin Clabough, neuroscientist

Go to any one of the Hidden Brain podcasts to expand what you think you know about yourself (or others).

the last of a presidential sideburn study

partial study of presidential sideburns, U.S. history, 2018.

partial study of presidential sideburns, U.S. history, 2018.

As the much anticipated(!) 2020 presidential election gets underway in the U.S., I decided to go back and look at a project I started last year. None of the candidates today have any kind of interesting hairline. But I guess that’s okay, as I can’t wait to see the first woman’s presidential portrait in the National Gallery in a few years….

the paradox of want

A ponderable philosophy for a Wednesday. Thank you University of Chicago professor.

A ponderable philosophy for a Wednesday. Thank you University of Chicago professor.

Find this philosophy as an entry point into Agnes Callard’s book Aspiration: The Agency of Becoming as discussed in The New Yorker article “The Art of Decision-Making” by Joshua Rothman.

You can find a podcast (and its transcript) here with Agnes Callard interviewed by David Wright.

This philosophical perspective pretty much sums up everyone’s motivation to do or not do something. Love it. Using it.

mother as an artist, or an artist as mother

How much NEW can be said or made about mothering as a lifestyle, a choice, a destination, a role, a meme? I thought I had seen it all until I came across Taiwanese photographer Annie Wang . Check out The New Yorker’s profile/gallery of her work. What a vision she had. She created a visual developmental Pandora’s box or nesting doll replication. Beautiful and wonderful.

T's (tails, tales, and toilets)

I love documentary pieces like these. They are relief to an often depressing news cycle. (Good vibes, only.)

Your Tales of Subway Oddities

Also check out the somewhat humorous yet sad Subway Bathrooms edition. (I remember reading a quote from Paul Aster, a native New Yorker, that his mother taught him never miss an opportunity to use a clean bathroom before leaving for somewhere. Anything to avoid the train delays and subway toilets, apparently. Good advice we can use no matter where we live.)

Subway Bathrooms Edition


Dogs in line for coffee and acai bowls. NYC.

Dogs in line for coffee and acai bowls. NYC.

brain size review

Brain Sizes: A Tiny Review. Tricia Louvar, 2018.

Brain Sizes: A Tiny Review. Tricia Louvar, 2018.

I’ve been told by reliable sources this is nerdy and sort of cool. It’s an out take to a larger graphic story I’ve been working on for about five years with no home yet. Reading about neuroscience and mindfulness fill my numerous tabletops. If there’s a flat surface in the house, it’s got something on it that I’m reading.

And if you think climate change isn’t real, our biggest brainiacs, the gray whale, need some love and attention. Scientists are perplexed why so many are washing ashore dead at an alarming rate. They are telling us, once again, humans are killing the planet. We will devolve by our own doing. And the cockroach will happen to become known as the most intelligent and adaptable species (my theory…it’s based only on empirical evidence. But still. You get the point, I hope).