Archive for August, 2009

• 11.08.09 Promise Me You Won’t Remember and I’ll Tell You Everything
  

  My only motivation to write is to interrupt the pure, blankness of the page. It’s a struggle to bring myself to the task. A task… That must be why I fight it.

  During those several weeks I never saw it as a task. To pick up a pen and paper was a relief. It was a [...]

  
  
• 06.08.09 The House That Neville Built – Part 2
  

  I don’t have many vivid memories of my grandfather. I sometimes wonder if I had photographed him, would it feel different to look at the pictures? Would I feel more connected?

  Even seeing myself in images as a child, I don’t feel a sense of familiarity. So it seems like a struggle to feel familiar with [...]