possibly the most disgusting photograph i have ever made.
Cervantes, Western Australia. Winter, 2012.
i have hesitated to show anybody this picture for several years because i myself didn’t know how to see it properly. i’m still not entirely comfortable articulating my feelings about this picture, but i’m confident that it’s presented here with enough context to be seen correctly, within tolerances acceptable to me.
let’s just say that this photograph is as much a eulogy as i can make it.
it’s part of a series of photos (hopefully enough for a small book) i have been collecting and editing for about 4 years.
But James is a dog.
We relate to animals —
We think a pig is
Like a poem.
Hoping he’d turn me on
Maybe with a word.
A man who sometimes
takes my black advice
is all I need.
We used to try to catch the balls before they sunk, if we thought they would sink, so we could save a dollar on pool every now and then. We never disagreed over whether a ball would have gone in. Wanting to catch it was evidence enough. It was less acceptable to let a free game go because you doubted a friend’s shot.
Doodletown, NY. New Years Day, 2012.