DON’T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA
Hola!
Greetings from Buenos Aires. Which if you haven’t been is like Paris if it got picked up in a tornado and roughed up a bit then plunked down somewhere with palm trees and Spanish speaking people who were all encouraged to write or draw something on the walls. Or a plant or anything really. Nothing escapes graffiti here unless it is fenced off and/or locked up.
If I slow down significantly over the next few months in photography posts it is because I am on sabbatical, or a self directed artist residency if you will. Part of my self directed residency involves much less time spent online. Much less. As much as I love the wealth of photography and writing I absorb in the average day via the internet, all of that information and other photographs can also be paralyzing. So no more tumblr, no more daily blog reading, in fact - I am only checking email once every 2 or 3 days! This, combined with summer weather and an ideal cost of living is allowing me to make lengthy attempts at photographs that will for the most part not work out.
I considered a blog about my stay here and the work I am doing but in the end felt it might be best to hold off on sharing until a few things fully resolve. For those of you curious about what I might be trying to resolve, stay tuned for news of an upcoming solo exhibition in Montreal 2010.
And for those of you curious: I have a sunburn, have ate nearly an entire cow and am drinking brilliant bottles of vino tinto that cost less than potato chips. I haven’t seen a name brand store or franchise (with the exception of the odd McDonalds, obviously) since I arrived. All coffee is espresso and perfect and comes with side water and cookies. Life is good.