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An area of personal interest is one that is just outside of the area between UW-M and MIAD (about 5min south of MIAD on 2nd St). Though it is outside of the boundaries set by this assignment, it holds more interest for me than anything else that currently comes to my memory. On 2nd Street there are several parking lots and in one of these lots is a trailer that I imagine functions as someone’s living space.
I have an ongoing interest in the divide between public and private space, specifically how people choose to decorate or accent that space between spaces. This trailer, for me, has an ominous presence. While it may be perfectly decorated and homey on the inside, the outside is cold and off-putting. Its windows are all blocked out and there is a Jolly Roger-ish flag in one of them (to ward off danger or imply it?). On top of that the parking lot that the trailer resides in is fenced off.
Just off the top of my head, I’d have to compare it to a can of soup or sundry left out in the elements; frozen in the winter and acrid in the summer. Needless to say, I’d be interested to see inside.
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An object of personal significance comes from a friend who I’ve kept in sporadic contact with over the years. There may or may not have been a mutual romantic interest at one point or another…I don’t normally keep things with such associations (letters or other such crap), but this one stayed with me somehow. Maybe because it’s hand made, and simply at that. Maybe its simplicity is a nice summation of that friendship. Perhaps it has only been retained on the merit that it guards my change/random stuff film can…
We shared a meal at Alterra on Prospect, the geographic equivalent of this memory. It was during that time that Jade the cat had managed to wedge herself under the driver’s side seat. The cat was not de-clawed, so it took close to 20 minutes to dislodge her. After that both left town; that was the last time she drove though.
City transportation is an environment in which expects nothing out of the ordinary. Inspired by David Shrigley, I placed a sign on a bus seat that simply read “I’M SORRY.” The intention was two-fold; to see how a person might react to such a statement in an environment where it was unexpected, and apologizing for myself for having been taking a documentary photograph with a concealed camera. The reaction was subtle for the most part, as the bus was not very busy for most of my journey; The sign got little more than a cursory glance from most. When the bus started to fill up towards the end of the trip, the person hoping to occupy the seat picked up the sign, inspected the seat and its surroundings, and placed the sign on the floor.
(Pictures are imminent; aka, film)
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