I have Been thinking a lot about this body of work from  Robert Adams. Adams is one of the people that i have remained an uncompromising fan of since when i first began to think i could take pictures and they could possibly mean something. Over the christmas break leading up to my final semester of “ART SCHOOL” i began to feel increasingly alienated and lonely. growing dissatisfied with most of my relationships real and imagined.  Now i know that may sound like art school undergrad language for i have no ideas to make anything new. so here is this thing about me doing nothing. but I truly slipped into the romance of walking and thinking, while simultaneously not thinking and making. I know that  sentence is on the cusp of not making any sense. who am i kidding it doesn’t. What im trying to explain is the idea of making pictures that evoke the feeling of something being on your mind. when you sort of cant talk to someone and you have to explain to them. im sorry there is just something on my mind. Im thinking that space is soaked in this melancholy impenetrability that is without guilt or responsibility. its very different than Adams other work in the way the content propels you. it is omnidirectional instead of specific. It doesn’t desire for you to feel empathy for anyone or anything. Which is really really what i need right now especially at a point when i have become so dissatisfied with a growing canon of black art that wants all of your approval and empathy all of the time.  original post at my blog photolikegraph.tumblr.com

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