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vincense — Sat, 08 May 2010 17:29:24 +0000

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Solidarity of Separation

vincense — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:37:25 +0000

The human hand can never hold anything, will never know touch. We think we have the ability but these are our delusions. Our sensations come from within our separate selves. The atoms in our hands, in our skin, never touch the atoms of any object or another’s skin. There is always empty space between these collections of loosely bound fragments. Even every atom is mostly empty space.

Isolated. Sterile.

The paper, with its thin layer of chemicals hovering over its surface, is neither a part of the light that it was exposed to, the images projected with that light, nor that of the scene where the images were captured. They are alone. The only bond they share is the one to each other, by a concept.

These images were designed to capture this concept of disunity, both as a state of being and of an emotional milieu . They were arranged with respect to the models’ own biographical concepts of isolation. The arrangements were kept honest to factual situations in order to more aptly portray the purity of emotion in proper context.

There were four sets or stories brought into focus in these prints. Three sets contain the stories of three couples separated by physical distance, emotional discongruity, or a verbal barrier. The fourth set is an entirely autobiographical portrayal of the artist’s sense of disconnection nearing perpetuity.

Doing time for someone else’s passionate crimes

vincense — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:36:56 +0000

My crime was nearly undetectable. Even if it weren’t,

the fighters of crime were too busy fighting off

their own guilty passion.

The mild frustrations of normal days.

vincense — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 19:35:46 +0000

Light wars and ceiling flake cereal.

I miss home.

Those words have sulked in my mouth, since I woke up. I thought they might sound better than they tasted. We make mistakes.

vincense — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:54:19 +0000

As a child, I would burn tiny objects (sticks, leaves, strips of paper, plastic men) in a coffee can. After the fevered fascination, I was always confused by the ash left behind. It too closely resembled failed alchemy.

vincense — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:38:39 +0000

My off-gold summers.

Talking makes me sleepy or maybe its just when you talk

vincense — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 18:59:17 +0000

With those lights, it’s like christmas without the red-blooded consumerism giving me a bad taste in my mouth that even my Gingerbread Latte® can’t wash out.

vincense — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:21:15 +0000

Pandeer, Deerda, Dandeer.

vincense — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:19:16 +0000

Don’t blame the geneticists, blame the genes for wanting to be tinkered with.

Tea parties and dreams of better things

vincense — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:49:00 +0000

How long do I have to sleep

to wake up without you

so near,

pouty boy?