I’m going to be placing Fission Country on hold for awhile.
I’m going to be placing Fission Country on hold for awhile.
This past weekend Columbia College Chicago had their 2015 commencement. I scrolled through my Facebook feed and saw the faces of friends I used to know four years ago when I attended their my first year of undergrad. To see my best friend from there – in her cap and gown, conditioned from college and ready for the next stage in her life stirred up this array of emotions and pulled me to reflect on my brief time there. Where did the time go? Time is a strange thing. Because not only is it something what whizzes past you without notice, but at the same time it’s something you feel. I don’t know which is worse.
I can’t help but to think back on my freshman year and that first night on our own. 18 years old and clueless. Or at least I was. Though of course I thought I knew it all. Ha..no.
I met Anna on move-in day. My parents were helping me unpack and settle in, while next door Anna was doing the same. There was a light tap on my door, introductions were exchanged and everything changed. Well the first change was hey I had someone to talk to. That night we walked around the city getting acquainted with our new home. We shared that “free at last” moment. We bonded over shared values and spent the evening getting to know each other.
We quickly became best-friends.
She came from a small suburb of Chicago and her passion was dance. She actually taught me how to do my first spin..thing. I was terrible, but she was incredible. She also liked to remind me that it was Navy Pier not “the Navy Pier.” And of course I then reminded her of her ChicAHgo accent. Consolation Prizes was our jam. I was in my room doing who knows what Anna was in hers listening to music when it came on her playlist. I remember yelling through the wall “I love this song!” her reply “I love this song too!” And that was our bit every time it played after that. And who can forget the “Do you mind? Oh I hope you don’t mind. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Great play, but the worst decision for a monologue. Why did I chose that one? Who knows. This too became a running joke. Even now it’s hilarious how embarrassingly stupid that monologue was.
I imagined what it would’ve been like if I stayed at Columbia. Her and I would be reminiscing about that walk and that song and how college did end up changing us. No doubt I would’ve been standing there right next to her shouting out we did it. I would’ve maybe found a better monologue..maybe and there would’ve been more good times.
But, I would’ve never picked up a camera.
My heart wasn’t in acting, and it took moving to Chicago to realize that. Maybe I didn’t have to move away, I could’ve stayed at the school with a different program but at the time I was the epitome of lost, so I came home. I found photography to be this therapy to some things I was going through. It was my escape. When I enrolled at Point Park I took a leap and decided on photography. I felt discouraged because I was so new at it. Partially because I was late in the game and needed to make a quick choice. There was no time to prepare for what classes I was taking. The extent of my knowledge was with a point-and-shoot. I didn’t even know what a point-and-shoot was at that point. First photography class, Intro to Black and White. I loved the darkroom.
Again, I found my safe zone. It was tedious work, but I found comfort in being able to focus on one print at a time. It was honestly the first time I really did any creative work.
To think about now and my first experiences with making photographs, I know I made the right choice in leaving Columbia. And more specifically, going to Point Park. As I was discovering photography I was at the same time discovering myself. And it continues to have that effect.
Moving forward to today..thesis is over but the project and this blog will continue. In my next post you’ll hear about my upcoming solo-show and some photos and more insight from the group show.
Titling something. A big deal or not so much? I originally started with fission country because I was interested in what each of those words represented. Fission derives from the words associated with fissure and fracture. The word itself means the splitting apart of something. This is what happens to shale during the process of hydraulic fracturing. Above the surface, this is what has happened in our communities across the landscapes. We’re fighting our neighbors; there is a broken unity among peoples.
But what is a neighbor anymore? What ever happened to the concept “be a good neighbor”. Unless you live in an area where community still exists, it’s usually a “fend for yourself attitude.” Ugh. But this is a one result of the contravorsy. The word Country is what it sounds, it’s where we reside and survive. But to digress again, if you think about the ways we obtained this land, it was merciless and immoral. Stolen. Are we still stealing? From one entitie or another? There’s something to think about.
Titles can be representive to place or location, or meaning. They also create an identity to the work that you either want or don’t want, and that’s the reason why titles are important.
Once you put words on a wall, it automatically identifies you in a specific light. The photo to me is symbolic, but to fresh eyes it’s a group of protestors screaming the words “Dont frack with our water”. Others will see the words and place me in a box without thinking about the meaning behind the words. I have to expect those will not read my artist statement and my reliance is based directly on my images to speak for me. A strong enough photograph can provoke just enough thought. If I can get someone interested in the slightest, then it is a success. Not only am I leading my work with photos, but I will also have audio and a physical piece in the space that you can touch. I want to wake up those senses! I believe it will add more depth to the experience. Then maybe those will read my artist statement? I’m thinking about placing a bowl of swedish fish by the headphones. That’ll draw them in! Kidding of course.
So I’m near the end of my editing, and now on to framing and printing. I don’t want frames because I find them to be distracting, so I’m going to check out the cost of face-mounting on plexi. It’s like a cleaner version of gluing photos to gater board. I can’t wait to see the damage. But with only two photos, it may not be too bad. Paper is still up in the air. I may just go with traditional luster; though I love the feeling and look of exhibition fiber paper. Ah it’s just so damned expensive!
Moving on from that, I have a last possible subject to shoot then i’m done until after the show. It’s time to hunker down with this paper. And finish my first photobook I’m putting together so it’s ready for the show as well. AND make business cards. And get a solo gallery show? Yikes. So much to do and then a sudden rush of panic. Eeehh
In other news, I’ll be starting my first internship at WESA 90.5 the second week of May! I’m so unbelievably excited. I think this will be so good for me.
After thesis? I’ve been thinking a lot about this. It’s like what do you do after the big shabang? That’s the way I look at it. I’ll be working on this internship 3 days a week all Summer, working for Starbucks and then contining my thesis. And thinking about grad school and preparing for graduation. Maybe take some film classes at Filmmakers? Apply for grants. CREATE. Yeah the list goes on. And so does this blog post.
This weekend was an awakening experience for me. I drove 200 miles to Williamsport, PA. A scerene place. The time it took to travel there and back, I covered a lot of thinking ground. I may of exceeded the amount of time one should spend by themselves, but between this time and the seminar I went to the next day, I finally had that breakthrough moment.
I’ll have specifics about that seminar in my next post!
Theres someone currently singing Stand by Me outside my window. But only the chorus part. Oy. That is my musical delight while writing this!
I’ve been thinking about the common themes and threads that are in my work. I’ve always been interested in the physical, specifically anything dealing with industry. Something that is physically in front of me, something that I can grasp a hold to. In a subject where you can so easily fall spiraling down this unpleasant hole, focusing on what is right in front of you I find to be the most comforting, and just as compelling. I’m in the middle of writing my thesis paper and i’ll get going on a thought and then get stuck because after one point I see all the different veins I can go down, but is it really necessary information? In my paper i’m worried about filling it too much with useless information where then when people are reading it they lose interest and miss my point. Much like how I feel about these blog posts. How much time do people really spend reading someone else’s mess of thoughts? You still have to be engaging whether or not your internal voice is dull. This pulls me to think about, How are we reaching the right audiences? Instagram and Tumblr, oh how I hate Tumblr, is a prime example of this. First of all, any personal work you post on there is open for the public to steal. Why would you do that to yourself, just for a day of popularity (psst you’re not the only one with 1,000 likes) from strangers that might be liking or reposting your photo because of reasons that have nothing to do with your intention or concept. “Oh the colors were pretty, let me reblog this.” What? This was from a very serious protest and you shared this because of the colors? Just as an example. I’d rather be recognized by a few valued creatives, then get 50 likes from people that have no clue. This goes back to having an engaging voice, but also be aware of your audience. If you post a photo of a protest where there is no caption and you tag it as “colorful” then that’s your mistake. Don’t broadcast your work in avenues that have nothing to do with your concept just to create a larger audience, because then all your doing is creating the wrong audience. That is at least the way that I look at it. What i’ll do about my paper is probably include all those different veins, then condense it down so that it really emphasize my point. Ugh, i’ve never been good a drafts. I always get stuck on this is what the final product needs to look like. Just write Becca, write.