On Making a Book
The Postcard Collective
Walks Through Suginami
Square Magazine: Polaroid
On The Appearance of Suginami
Artist CV [pdf]
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2013: Tanya’s pregnant – due in December – and next school year I’ll be temporary assistant professor and head of the photography major at the Art Academy of Cincinnati. We’re moving to the village of Yellow Springs. August Frederick Townes born December 1st.
2012: Work, a lot: continue fomenting photography at Edison Community College and mentor the seniors at the Art Academy of Cincinnati plus sling the coffee and eggs and wine on the weekends at the cafe. On track to break 16k this year.
2011: Receive an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award. Buy an 8×10 view camera. Acquire a therapist: confirmation, affirmation, regulation. Get a job working counter intel at a local cafe. Teach digital photography at the Art Academy of Cincinnati. Teach even more photography at Edison Community College.
2009: Turned the corner sober, imbibing locally produced whole milk. Made a book. Love and happiness. Migraines. Marriage. Moved to Springfield, Ohio. Living large as an artist or worse. Win a photography prize. New mantra: be kind to yourself.
2008: Divorced. Mostly sober following mantra: don’t drink at home, don’t drink alone. Making photographs.
2007: Get a job pushing book Stacks Office of the Harlan Hatcher Graduate Library. Salary low but full benefits. Move out, living tiny Tokyo sized apartment back quarter of a house with access to basement for darkroom and studio.
2006: Return to America, settling university town Ann Arbor, Michigan. Sadness, acrimony, recriminations.
2004-2005: Step up English hustle fee with suit and new title Consultant of Professional Business Practices and Career Development. Drink with clients, drink with friends, drink alone to accelerate alienation and organ failure. Triumphantly cater new year’s food Osechi Ryori for 15 families.
2003: Criss-cross Tokyo on train and foot hustling English conversation, editing Japanese to English translations and empowering foreigners to shop and cook Japanese homestyle foods. Eat a lot of soba.
2002: Fail to speak Japanese language but manage to decipher cookbooks.
2001: Live for two months in a basement in Portland, Oregon enacting fantasy of being a miserable artist that lives in a basement in Portland, Oregon. Return to Chicago, the so-called “city of broad shoulders.” Work in a large university library as a professional book mover. Relocate 12% of the collection (800,000 volumes) from one place to another place. Develop a mighty grip and powerful forearms. Experience mystical insight into the nature of time. Forget about art, move to Tokyo and refocus on housewifery.
1998-2000: Transplant to Chicago, the so-called “city that works.” Employed swing shift as master photographic printer at a custom photography lab specializing in meeting the evidential and illustrative needs of lawyers, insurance agencies and law enforcement. Make prints from approx. 80,000 unique negatives and drink untold gallons of Busch beer, often on the job, to depress nervous system, suppress nightmares and induce brain death. Begin consumptive.org as an alternative to participation in the unseemly. Get married. Spend weekends pontificating photography at city college.
1995-1998: Study and work at a university in Tucson. Meet future wife, begin practice of Japanese homestyle cooking. Hide from sun, emerging only to teach award winning photography classes and carouse with the boys. Spend several days with Frederick Sommer. Ask about ethics, time and photography – says “that’s neither here nor there.”
1995: Phoenix, Arizona. Hapless immersion in continental philosophy, night watch of elderly uncle.
1991-1994: Went to school in Olympia. Independent study of art with Imogen Cunningham, Ralph Eugene Meatyard, Morris Graves, John Cage, Joseph Beuys and Margeurite Duras with the kindly profound facilitation of Craig Carlson. Live in a shotgun shack. Spend financial aid money on wine, drum tobacco, punk rock and photography supplies.
1990-1991: Receive college rejection letters; find legs and a mentor, the esteemed artist, photographer and teacher Don Gregorio Antón, at the community college. Drop other classes, spend nearly every day in the darkroom. Constant debate with friend whether art or cooking is the greater service.
1989: Nearly fail vocational photography class due to creative tendency. Meet Lou Reed.
1988: Take career aptitude test, says I’m most suited for “chief dietician.” Disregard result. Become a “theatre person.”
1987: Learn to juggle, win numerous talent shows, skip the circus.
1984-1986: Resettle on other side of Puget Sound in Port Orchard. Just start “failing” after a teacher accuses me of cheating on a drawing. Remember to bring interesting books to read during classes. Obsessed with G.I. Joe action figures; fantasize about owning a miniature posable father. Arrested for shoplifting. Lie and tell other kids at group counseling that I stole Hustler magazines.
1983: Learn to use chopsticks.
1982: Shadow aunt through Seattle as she lives life as a bohemian, artist and model.
1981: Move to a Seattle suburb. Collectively raised by tragic mother, artistic aunt, pragmatic grandmother and MTV.
1980: Get a Big Brother of America, an owner of a janitorial company named Stan. Teaches me to fish.
1978-79: Reading, writing and cable tv. Fall from a height, injure back and proceed through life with a “scholarly hunch.” Spend lonely Lynchian summers with the Little family at a sawmill in Pend Oreille County: man machines, guns, hunting, broken horses and a leather discipline.
1977: Father vanishes from the face of the Earth and Elvis dies. Become man of the house. Begin cooking.
1976: Spend days as a knight slaying the couch and defending a castle built from the dining room table. Somehow realize the anachronism; change career goal to native american. Learn to build a teepee out of branches and a blanket and hunt buffalo. Father changes career to anti-communist mercenary.
1974-1975: Sunday school. Fail to understand key concept of Christianity – why are we happy to kill Jesus? Visit from stuffed Easter bunny, who becomes a trusted confidante throughout childhood.
1973: Nearly lose hearing following a series of excruciating earaches.
1972: Father retires with a standing ovation from the United States Army, transfers us to Spokane, Washington and opens a bookstore.
1971: Born near an army base in Stuttgart, West Germany. Tour Neuschwanstein Castle.