bookshelf
Originally uploaded by blind sam.

Like most people's facades, a bookshelf is all too telling when read with sympathy, empathy and the terrible honesty of a cold eye.

This image is part of my continuing americanisation of what I do, a form of visual lateralisation - a thinning and widening of the remit of the instituted and internal discourse of the image, looking more at the US tradition of photography. Principally looking through the highly literary high priest of modern photography walker evans.

The picture is probably unfinished. I've yet to decided if its just a testimony to a recent personal event, part of a previous series or part of a newly formed series which the other large format pictures constitute. Stay tuned - but I warn you the thrill you'll get when I finally decide will not even register a flutter upon your heart on medicine's finest instruments.

If it isn't finished I may have to replace some of the images in the frames from being related to becki's (former significant other etc) to my own past, or another subject. Remember: this is in part a picture of the real world - I do enjoy the contingent meanings that accrue because of how the real world is coherent or at least richly layered, but also note that I'm not always slavish to it, and enjoy badly retelling other's jokes.