Little round band-aids = end of happy baby day.
Pictures end. Rocking begins.
I came home from camping a couple of weeks ago and found issue #3 of COLOR magazine in the mailbox. Along with portfolios by Larry Sultan, Paul D’amato, Julie Blackmon, and Shuli Hallak, there is a nicely written introduction to my work by Glenn Gordon. Nice intro to Hallack’s portfolio by George Slade as well. Sweet. It feels good to be included alongside photographers I have long admired. Even as my own production slides into a sleep deprived slump.
Arlo Edwin Deutsch. Born at 6:59 am. 7 lbs 10 oz, 20.25in. All are well. Tired. But well.
Day 329- August 02, 2004
A print offering in honor of Mother’s Day. Because I wasn’t exactly on the ball with this, I will not be able to get the print to anyone before the official day. I really did have good intentions. Besides, shouldn’t every day be Mother’s Day? Except a certain Sunday in June, of course.
11 x 14
$35.00 shipped to the U.S.
This size is not editioned. If editioned prints are your thing you will need to go with the 20 x 24…
I gave a talk at the Walker last night. Much of what I addressed was a result of conversations that I had with Ashley Duffalo and Margaret Pezalla- Granlund. They were both very generous with their time and I would like to thank them for their interest in what I have been doing. Margaret has posted a few highlights of our conversation on the Walker blog. You can read it here.
Tuesday, April 21st at 7:00 I will be talking about Gamers. A small exhibition of the project will also open that evening. This all happens at the Minneapolis Photo Center. RSVP is requested. You can do that online HERE. The center is located at 2400 North 2nd Street.
In a couple of weeks I will be talking some more. This time it will be about the family work AND the gamers work. Two for one. That one happens on May 5th at the Walker. Space is limited and registration is required. Check the Walker site for more info.
I have been teaching myself how to play the banjo. Open back. Clawhammer style. More Big Rock Candy Mountain than Dueling Banjos. More wood than mother of pearl. The picking and twiddling of bluegrass just does not do it for me. It seems nervous and insecure. Old time music, on the other hand, seems more open and accepting of settling in and finding your own groove. Driving rhythm trumps melody. Less performing, more playing.
In a few days I turn 40. In a few months our fourth son will join the family fray. Time to rethink where things are headed. I am growing weary of weighing the pros and cons of edition sizes, where to send packets, trying to decide which competitions to enter, and on and on. Strategy, strategy, strategy. Position, position, position. What I am learning is that I am really not that guy. All the effort comes at the expense (emphasis on ‘expense’) of what I love about making and looking at photographs. Of course I still want the pictures I make to be seen, but right now I am looking for ways to be more like myself in the process. More emphasis on rhythm, less emphasis on melody.
So, I have decided to occasionally offer small prints for sale. 11 x 14 inch c-prints. No editions. Just prints. As many (or as few) as the world wishes to soak up. And cheap, too. $25.00 + $5.00 for shipping. That’s 30 clams to the door. (Larger versions of many of the images will still be available in the editions we have grown to expect. After all, there is a place for those as well.)
First on the shelf:
Frog, 11 x 14 inches (8 x 12 image area). C-print. $25.00 + 5.00 shipping to U.S.
Boy number four.