so my new exhibit is here, about three a day, moved from miami, through san francisco, and now hitting madrid, seoul, etc. these are other people's photos made into posters, sometimes vague and abstract (see wells fargo) and none labeled. they are labeled internally as ows15, ows11, etc.

what do I have to say for myself? only that i wish it was my own camera, so i could push them more robustly on the world, without this nagging feeling that i'm posterizing other people's work. also, i'm grateful to the protesters (ors) who seem inclined to park themselves next to these ornate, stone-masoned old banks, giving me the opportunity to exploit the contrast of staid old architecture and young rage. i see the exhibit as a study in that, that and the cultural differences involved in protests at each locale. it's fun when you get a wall-street guy trying to cross the road; it reminds me that, at about ten, i wanted to be a stockbroker, but, at twenty, when i had the opportunity, i passed it up, choosing to be a vagrant instead.

the color, the moment, the contrast, that's what i want. and who is this black and white clown who keeps reappearing? i kind of like him too, though i don't really understand it.