Month archive for November, 2003 3 posts

photo archive of november

Posted by Jeremy Clarke on November 30, 2003 · photos

ninety-nine cents - photo by Jeremy Clarke
[ninety-nine cents]

commute - photo by jeremy clarke
[commute]

broken magic - photo by jeremy clarke
[broken magic]

dreamstuff - photo by jeremy clarke
[dreamstuff]

indy(ie) - photo by jeremy clarke
[indy(ie)]

falling  - photo by jeremy clarke
[falling]

fuck you - photo by jeremy clarke
[fuck you]

november - photo by jeremy clarke
[november]

not really that calm  - photo by jeremy clarke
[notreallythatcalm]

zuzammen  - photo by jeremy clarke
[zuzammen]

northern dew - photo by jeremy clarke
[northern dew]

fluid motion  - photo by jeremy clarke
[fluid motion]

strike  - photo by jeremy clarke
[strike]

reflexion  - photo by jeremy clarke
[reflexion]

hamster  - photo by jeremy clarke
[it plans]

 contrast - photo by jeremy clarke
[stark glory]

mic  - photo by jeremy clarke
[the new humor]

nietzsche  - photo by jeremy clarke
[gift]

molecular agitation  - photo by jeremy clarke
[molecular agitation]

keyboard  - photo by jeremy clarke
[one simian at one keyboard?]

street  - photo by jeremy clarke
[falling angels]

portrait  - photo by jeremy clarke
[art in the age of mechanical reproduction]

[backpost] thoughts on self-image

Posted by jeremyclarke on November 21, 2003 · General

Found on an older blog and posted here for historical purposes.

Looking at pictures of yourself is such a strange thing to do. i mean, who the fuck is that person? is that me? does my nose really stick out that much? are all those curves actually part of my face?

usually i try to stay behind the camera, but i know i’ll regret if later if i have no images of myself so i let people steal the fire when they ask. but it really does kind of phase me to look at the results. i find it hard to believe that my girlfriend can have sex with me without laughing for example. also, i tend to feel fat, which i don’t believe i am, or at least not really…

it’s a usefull philosophical tool though, like we tend to just look through the window of our vision out at world that we process instantly. the things we can do without having a single thought are amazing. but when you look at a picture of yourself you’re confronted with the fact that you’re really out there. not just your eyeballs and brain, but all of you. When you see a picture of yourself, especially one that really doesn’t represent your “residual-self-image” you’re confronted with that part of you that you really can’t control, maybe it’s the auto-pilot that gets caught in the photo (which would repudiate the traditional cultures that claim that photo’s steal your soul, maybe they just steal everything else?), and, being forced to look at it is what makes viewing the photo uncomfortable. i dont’ think we like to be reminded of our mortality-limitations-just humanness, at least not in such a dynamic visual way (it’s easier to brush of the existential unease of a question like “why are we here” than it is to look at yourself making a face in normal conversation that you would grimace at if anyone you were talking to made it).

maybe it’s just me that thinks that though, maybe everyone else just looks at photos and says “yup, i’m ugly” or “yup that’s just me”. i’ve always had a weird relationship with my body, and rarely do i look in a mirror without having to re-confront the stranger i see there.

[backpost] thoughts on media concentrations

Posted by jeremyclarke on November 19, 2003 · General

Found on an older blog and posted here for historical purposes.

it wasn’t a matter of motivation this time. usually there was a feeling of boredom, lazyness and apathy, like actually caring about this silly thing just wasn’t worth the effort.

but this was different, there was motivation, just not to do this. an urge to write in a journal, to build a journal, to find readers for a journal. to take, look at and publish pictures, to copy the amazing world outside (and inside) the home and give it a chance to be as beautiful-monstrous-ironic and amazing as it truly was. there was even a skewed kind of motivation to work on the sound project, but less.

all this, but it still seemed that the comic must be drawn, that it was the important thing, that people like the comic, people respond to the comic, the comic is popular. the fact that the comic must be maintained untill the t-shirts could be sold ALONE should have been motivation to complete the panels, but the apathy remained. the feeling that very little was left to be said with this format, that its subjectivity had been stolen by overuse, corrupted by the redundancy of time, and had effectively become passive.

the ideas no longer stimulating, it seemed like a waste.

but they still loved it, and asked for more.

and there are comics to be finished.