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With this work I have been experimenting with the processes of Mari Mahr, using object on top of photographs to tell a personal narrative related to feelings and memories, finding ways of connecting the past to the present.
Image taken from car while driving in San Francisco just before getting on the Bay Bridge towards Oakland. Accidentally captured blank billboard (one of my favorite things) in the side mirror of my car.
I never thought I would ever be standing this close to this one.
The trinket on the right is the Louis Vuitton Cup, given to the successful challenger for the main prize, the America's cup, on the left.
These are all things in my life that I'm attached to but don't use enough due to the large number of objects I have collected. I'm leaving them for others to find along with a note including the memories i had with them.
This object was slowest of any of the others since i've started imaging these .
Pretty lousy condition called for just four images
this night .
Hats off to all those fucking airliners crapping up the atmos
with contrails .
Finally, After long 3+months I got my camera back, and these are the first three photos I took (in a play) after I got the camera back. It's a bit rusty ;p
Wreck of the Somerset
Date: 1886
Photographer: Unknown
Provincetown, MA
9" x 7"
CHS Image Collection, Objects, Box 11, Folder 6
Inscription on verso reads:
"'The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its one reflection in the tide.'
Longfellow
This photograph gives a view of the Somerset as she was exposed by the shifting sands in the winter of 1886 on the beach north of Provincetown, Cape Cod, where she was wrecked Nov. 3, 1778. She has now been buried again for many years."
As a child, I had a toy merry-go-round that would twinkle and move swiftly when wound at the top. I would watch the ceramic horses go 'round and 'round until I had to wind it back up again. I recently passed it down to my younger sister, and although the horses move a lot slower than they did when it belonged to me, she still finds just as much enjoyment from it as I did.