the way it is...

Monday, November 10, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Monday, August 4, 2008

a sky


"i love you" he said
"why do i say this you ask?" he continued
"so i can lift up your top" he stated

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Monday, July 14, 2008

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Monday, May 26, 2008

a cloud


"does this look like a cloud?" i asked
"no, i don't see a clown." he answered

Monday, May 12, 2008

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Sunday, March 2, 2008

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 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