2026 05 09
Today, Iβm hosting a photo zine show at See You Soon that Iβm really excited about. I met Nathan Pearce a few years back at a different show I also hosted at my space, and since then, heβs been a big inspiration for me when it comes to the need to print my images and get them out into the world in physical form. Heβll be bringing 50 of his zines, which is what I find so impressive. The fact that heβs been able to so consistently put out projects as a photographer, while also working a job outside of photography, has me feeling like I need to play catch up in this area of my practice that Iβve so thoroughly neglected.
Obviously, success is relative. The simple fact that you have released a bunch of zines doesnβt automatically make you great at what you do. But what Iβm finding (all too late in my career) is that the two small book projects I have so far released, while not perfect, are more fulfilling to me than most anything else Iβve done to this point in my photo career. In large part, I think, itβs the process you need to go through to get to the end product. Round after round of further distilling your output and ideas until it reaches a point that it becomes essentially frozen β printed β for other people to digest and interpret. Itβs all very cool, and likely what Iβm going to spend much of the next decade focused on myself, despite the difficulty associated with such work (honestly, the challenge is in part what attracts me to book making).
Anyway, off the the studio to get set up. If you happen to be reading this today, come join us! Weβll be looking at and discussing photozines (and snacking and drinking, of course) from 4pm-10pm at my space in the Kimball Arts Center.
2026 04 27
A few weeks back, we decided to rank the seasons in order of our favorites. At the time, my list was:
Spring
Fall
Summer
Winter
Since then, my allergies have kicked into full gear and I would like to revisit and revise my Official List to this:
Fall
Summer
Winter
Spring
Jokes aside, I think this actually touches on an interesting point. I like to romanticize things based on their strongest properties. In my head at the time, I loved everything about spring: the rebirth and renewal, the return to life, growth, reintroduction of colors, plants, and animals; itβs a fresh start. In practice, however, spring is a sloppy mess and I can hardly function half the time because Iβm congested.
I think this is a nice observation that I need to keep in mind when deciding on major life choices. Oftentimes, the efforts required arenβt worth the rewards.