i had two social
engagements last night.
i neglected both
of them.
today i ran errands,
passing by the occasional
jingling paper cup:
i delivered posters to alcove
went to the bank
art supply store
staples
had coffee and bagel with cream
cheese and crispy bacon
on a park bench
near 27th st. and 10th ave.
while i thought about
family
racism
the temperature
intentions
and the fucked up
L train
art scene
money scene
and rent scene
then, heading home
i gave $9 to mighty mutts
at union square
looked at photos of
homeless pit bulls
and
returned one bird bath
to petland.
the way it is...
Saturday, February 2, 2008
another bird
about Wendaferd
I was born to a carpenter and an artist/activist/homemaker in Indiana, right smack-dab in the middle of the middle class and white America. I am number 7 of 8. On a really good day my mother called me Wendaferd. I am an artist and the founder of SUGAR.
My photographs explain what I am thinking. The image becomes a drawing of my conclusions. Within the captured moment lie my notions and opinions about the world I live. Cropping happens in the lens, eliminating unnecessary words, while enriching others that remain within the frame. I trust my instincts and intuitions as if they were logic.
Gwendolyn Charlene Skaggs