three minutes to curtain call
how do I tell you how happy I am that you danced across my stage and taught me everything?
This work is a collection of stories, of memories, of identities. It is a self portrait and family portrait in the form of a series of performances. Each act is based off of a memory I have, or an aspect of the relationship I have with the people in the photo. “three minutes to curtain call” acknowledges that identity is a performance, but not always one that requests applause. We step into roles for and with other people. Everything I am, I learned from someone else. The three minutes that exist before curtain call offer resolution. This work is an open letter to the people that made me who I am.
(each image is a 16x20 Silver Gelatin Print, see captions for titles)
put on a face and do a dance
dawson all girls show
he used to shine landing lights into my window at night
sorry doesn't fix a broken bowl
in too deep
the damn liberal
no presents before 9am
matching keychains matching everythings
i said sit
the dark summer eating contest
the first lady of the sideshow
you have to look away or it won't work
you were cleopatra and still could't tie your shoe
without you i keep falling