the way it is...

Monday, February 25, 2008

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Saturday, February 2, 2008

another bird


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.

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 have a sidekick, his name is Willie. On a really good day he calls me Darlin'. I have three caged birds and they still sing, and a dog named Birdi. 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

days gone by

Elephant Ears

By Gwendolyn Skaggs