Sunday, August 30, 2009
suburban blue
this was his colour. 34 old ferry road. aunt elsie's on sinclair street. the cottage in porter's lake. playhouse furniture. the workshop.
things to build
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
baseball season is over.
i'm going through pics..editing is tough.
anxious to move forward onto part two of project.
i'm in ohio for the week.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
new proposal...
The way you turn out is going to be a reflection of something. It can’t all be happenstance. I know I am a product of things like the sea and my mother. She is the one with time. And the ocean was there.
But there is this other part. This big encompassing part that doesn’t come from anything overt. I think it is from my Granddad Myers. Mom’s dad. Earl.
He drove half-ton-pick-ups and worked as contractor and home builder. Smoked cigarettes and worked hard enough to break his knuckles. The smoking broke his lungs. He grew up in Dartmouth in a house that is gone now. He raised his family in a house that he built. That house is still there. His brother Reg had a soda fountain. My dad calls it a convenience store. But he is wrong because it served banana splits and floats and that sort of thing. Earl brought cracker jack home for my mother and aunt and uncles on Friday nights. Fish and chips some other night.
He was all-simple and hard working and did good things for his family but he lived with hard things. He had a son who got sick and died before his first birthday. Gary. And he accidently shot and killed a man named Cook in the woods while hunting for deer. He drank at some point years later.
I want to research the hunting accident and the circumstances surrounding his drinking. I would also like to identify as many of the houses he built as possible. I see this work being quite documentative with the results of my research being presented through different mediums.
The way you turn out is going to be a reflection of something. It can’t all be happenstance. I know I am a product of things like the sea and my mother. She is the one with time. And the ocean was there.
But there is this other part. This big encompassing part that doesn’t come from anything overt. I think it is from my Granddad Myers. Mom’s dad. Earl.
He drove half-ton-pick-ups and worked as contractor and home builder. Smoked cigarettes and worked hard enough to break his knuckles. The smoking broke his lungs. He grew up in Dartmouth in a house that is gone now. He raised his family in a house that he built. That house is still there. His brother Reg had a soda fountain. My dad calls it a convenience store. But he is wrong because it served banana splits and floats and that sort of thing. Earl brought cracker jack home for my mother and aunt and uncles on Friday nights. Fish and chips some other night.
He was all-simple and hard working and did good things for his family but he lived with hard things. He had a son who got sick and died before his first birthday. Gary. And he accidently shot and killed a man named Cook in the woods while hunting for deer. He drank at some point years later.
I want to research the hunting accident and the circumstances surrounding his drinking. I would also like to identify as many of the houses he built as possible. I see this work being quite documentative with the results of my research being presented through different mediums.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
dear all
i just got back from north carolina right now, i will have contact sheets for you in not too long. i believe steph will also have work to share shortly as she is also just recently back in town and no doubt shot a ton on her travels.
i have also been trying to write a story that i was wondering if you all would review, i will share it via email once i get my things unpacked, it is patchy at best right now, but worth a go.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
baseball
Little League team in brooklyn. last week had my first practice and game. i rented a 50 mm and 150mm.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Also
Tickets for North Carolina are booked. Step one of part of summer project complete.
Looking forward to seeing fog Jame. Why the middle aged man?
Friday, May 15, 2009
summer projects
1. I want to spend some time in Ohio photographing my sister - Adriana. She's 13 now. I'm going up the second week of June.
2. I will also be making trips to Toronto this summer. There I want to photograph my cousins again- Nathalie, Caroline and Katherine Guennel. Nathalie has just finished her first year at university. The twins - Caroline and Katherine, will be finishing high school and come September, Katherine is leaving to a different city for university, so it will be the last time they will be living together at home. It has been nearly three years since I last photographed them for my young girl series. I may be shooting in colour this time..and mix in artificial light too. We'll see.
3. In New York, a smaller series, photograph Mimi before she leaves..continue within same style as feb 12th post on my blog. shooting tight, very much concentrating on women figure, sensuality and sexual tension within the body.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
chris boyne
I hold a set of confused childhood memories. Things I was unclear about years ago and still feel someone mystified by today. My curiosity is still peaked.
The confusion in these memories comes from the same place as most illogical childhood thinking- is it play it be ear or play it by year, do unicorns exist, etc. but there have been no moments of clarity with these memories. I am as unsure now as then.
This summer I would like to try and document the basis for these memories- Tolson Winter’s Christmas tree- the boat Joey and Donald and I had. And so on. Maybe there will be answers.
I would also like to continue working on a long term project documenting the type of life I had growing up with this one group of boys. I have had these friends since a very young age. No one has given up. We all still know each other.
The confusion in these memories comes from the same place as most illogical childhood thinking- is it play it be ear or play it by year, do unicorns exist, etc. but there have been no moments of clarity with these memories. I am as unsure now as then.
This summer I would like to try and document the basis for these memories- Tolson Winter’s Christmas tree- the boat Joey and Donald and I had. And so on. Maybe there will be answers.
I would also like to continue working on a long term project documenting the type of life I had growing up with this one group of boys. I have had these friends since a very young age. No one has given up. We all still know each other.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Oops
I guess I am supposed to write what I said in that email here:
I'm going to photograph my Grandmother's things, we'll see what happens from there.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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