wish I'd have taken more color
About Me
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Theresa Manzanares 2007-2008
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Photography and Art
renovation
When you have to choose between looking at the chipped paint, and having to clean, scrape, sand, fill, and repaint... Shabby chic starts to look real good. renovation stories Copyright © 2004 Blue Coyote Laughing. All Rights Reserved
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genetics
if you stick around long enough, you start to see the things your parents passed along that weren't so apparent when you were fresh and young. and I have to say, DAMMIT DAD! you had to give me your crazy, curly eyebrow hairs that grow long enough to blend with your hairline!!??
female, OK? feeemale.
of course I can't blame dad for the chin hairs. I'm looking at you, MOM.
Artomatic 2008
register here if you're an artist living in the DC area. registration opens today.
or attend- it's in my neighborhood this year!!
Friday, May 9 – Sunday, June 15, 2008
1200 First Street, NE, Washington, DC
lyrical barbed wire
and then I dreamed I was looking for ice cream in the mall for breakfast.
this is also New Orleans
New Orleans is not ruin. not even close. I don't want to give that impression.
it is contageous spirit. perseverance. pride. warmth. humor.
it is also intensely seductive to the artist.
stamped
walking around New Orleans, I couldn't help but notice the bureaucratic graffiti still spraypainted on walls and sidewalks. near as I could understand, one set of numbers is the date, one is the abbreviation of the state where the search crew came from, and one is the number of residents/victims/missing of the house (?- this one was variable between houses and areas and was hard to decipher).
my first reaction was to think how morbid it was, 2.5 years later, to keep the marks on houses that were clearly occupied. I asked one of my hosts about it. he said, "at first I hated it. it's so ugly. and a terrible reminder. then I was just glad that the one on our house was at least color coordinated with our paint. (laughs) now, it seems to be fading, and for some reason, that makes me sad."
battle scar, I guess.
she has a new scheme
...and it just might work.
less like aftermath and more like limbo
it may seem strange, but this is my favorite New Orleans/Katrina photo so far. because this is how it felt to be there 2.5 years later. the rubble was mostly sanitized. the doll parts that serve to humanize these sorts of photos were gone. the moldy plaster mostly stripped. the only water in puddles from recent light rain.
yet.
there are so many empty once-homes. and they stand in various states of repair. this one has gathered enough dust that you can tell the progress toward home-ness has halted some time ago.
a shell. scrubbed clean. breath held. waiting.
