Diary sessions skew – part 1
May 11, 2011 – yesterday after I dropped off my boss, I came north on 44th st…and was about to return onto the red mountain freeway, I saw a homeless vet. It made me think about my life –again my ‘eyes’ concept…I had a breakfast burrito (half-eaten). I wanted to give it to him yet I held back because I was in a gov. car thinking what people may think. I wanted to break free from the chains and personally give my sandwich and some cash. I was willing to hear his story…started to think about interview/pix shooting people who have a tough life...like homeless, run-aways, prostitutes, addicts...though it would be certain gesture that just needs to start a fire...I would like to snap their moment to have part of my dairy line..It’s a bold move but I think this is what I could do and it’s beautiful? What would it tell…maybe he wouldn’t mind someone talking with him - or just a moment with a contact...like there is a connection to the beyond...who knows but its coming -
May 11, 2011 – yesterday after I dropped off my boss, I came north on 44th st…and was about to return onto the red mountain freeway, I saw a homeless vet. It made me think about my life –again my ‘eyes’ concept…I had a breakfast burrito (half-eaten). I wanted to give it to him yet I held back because I was in a gov. car thinking what people may think. I wanted to break free from the chains and personally give my sandwich and some cash. I was willing to hear his story…started to think about interview/pix shooting people who have a tough life...like homeless, run-aways, prostitutes, addicts...though it would be certain gesture that just needs to start a fire...I would like to snap their moment to have part of my dairy line..It’s a bold move but I think this is what I could do and it’s beautiful? What would it tell…maybe he wouldn’t mind someone talking with him - or just a moment with a contact...like there is a connection to the beyond...who knows but its coming -
May 20, 2011 –
It’s been some now since I thought of the idea of writing or capturing emotions not of me – but those who have a story to tell. On my way to work from Starbucks on Central Ave, I walked by a man who was sitting on the curb fronting Central Ave. I noticed his posture and ‘visible wounds’ – I wondered what his story was…what he was thinking at the moment as the cars travelled their way..People coming and going. In Starbuck’s now…so there I am standing in line waiting to order my tall drip, I started to hum in my head the words ‘she was born at 6 am on new year’s day in an alley where the homeless children play…we look the other way as long as our glasses are filled’ – I thought of the guy sitting at the curb. In addition to my drip, I also asked the barista for a cup of ice water. Then I proceeded towards my route and to this person. I confronted him (he was still seated) and ask him how his day was (stupid question, maybe?) – And he said ‘okay’ – he just got out of the hospital after being in an accident…he seemed down on his luck, bad. I offered the water and three dollars – he was very joyous and he seemed to get carried away with emotions. It made me smile. This is the part I am finding myself. He showed me where they inserted steel pins/tubes to remove or relieved the pressure on his brain –apparently he had a blood clot. He said he was divorced, has two daughters. He also told me about his wife, where she told him she was going to Flagstaff to see her sister when in fact she met her other man. He said this man was very hairy! He found later of this because he got crabs or some shit like that. He asked me if I could relate crabs, I said hell no! So there we were –chatting it up. He was open to sharing…he said he can now get himself some food to eat. His name is Jeff. (i took a pix of his feet...)
