It has been a long time sunday and wednesday, sorry for neglecting you. We launched the new Sunday and Wednesday theme last week, still working out some kinks but I think we are finally in a good place to expand and grow as this project matures. These images are from Letters in Accordance with John. The first picture of the Pulpit is the only image for the Romulus project, which I think I’m calling The Fallows of Kendiana. I made it in the beginning of this quarter at the Seneca Community Church. I photographed the congregation eating after the mass too, but it didn’t totally work out, I will have to retry. I’ll add it anyway, it’s at the bottom of all this mess. I started working this week on my statement for Letters in Accordance with John. It’s really not done but I’ll put it in anyway. This is the first portion of text, I wanted to structure it somewhat like the text under senior yearbook photos.
John was cool good looking, he had a hot asian model girlfriend and a nice car. We smoked cigarettes and drank coors light. High definition television in his parents living room we hungout to Intervention and the history channel. Thought about media, about government. We took adderal and photographed. The sun roof was cracked, smoke streamed up. Synchronized chain smoke. We prayed once in Burger King. I fucking love Burger King. Chris Morrison’s driveway tucking cans behind car tires, we couldn’t let Conney see the beer. Shots of liquor dropped in low carb energy drinks. John drove me to school, I made him late but he didn’t mind when I dipped in his front seat. Fat lips in the school parking lot, I spit in coke cans. I remember spring color light, our windows were down. John always drove, we waited in line to leave the school’s parking lot, I was in the back seat. Chris would methodically light his cigarette in the front, fucking renaissance man- we were dirty. With them I was cool. At Sandy’s beach John got arrested. They dropped the charges. It scared him his name was printed in our newspaper.
Writing about work that is about someone is harder than the fluffy airy nondescript statements I’ve made in the past. I want the outmost respect for the subject, but I need to express some kind of opinion as well. That was the first chunk of text, to just give a little background I guess. Let me know what you think.







