PICS
conjoined by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
A small child runs towards me--his small face set and grim, a thin string of mucus dried above his lip. "Hello there," I say. He hurls a fistfull of wet sand at me.
Sunset cliffs, Ocean Beach, San Diego by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
profile by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
CIMG0723.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
SGC show postcard back by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Well, hello there, St. Louis.
SGC show postcard front by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Eternal tunnel by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The beach in winter is mostly vacant, but it's still warm enough to walk barefoot through the shallowest ends of the waves. No orange skinned half naked people engaged in rituals on colorful blankets. The tide brings up mundane things that become strange. One day, I find ten separate gloves, none of them a match to each other, coughed up on the sand by the water and left alone.
glove by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
2camilla by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
"He Never Came Back, IV" by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Co-Lab: Xkot vs. Camilla
We saw long necked sphinxes with perfectly shapely tiny breasts at the Getty Center. Later, when we escaped from the rain at Tony's Darts Away, I re-drew the buxom monsters with Xkot who was in town from SLC.
Art Jam: Camilla vs. Xkot by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
CIMG0593.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
CIMG0589.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
We saw long necked sphinxes with perfectly shapely tiny breasts at the Getty Center. Later, when we escaped from the rain at Tony's Darts Away, I re-drew the buxom monsters with Xkot who was in town from SLC.
Art Jam: Camilla vs. Xkot by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
CIMG0593.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
CIMG0589.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
blindlight2 by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
blindlight by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The mustiness evokes memories, unbidden and inevitable. But memory evoked can be both pleasurable and painful, and she recalls the closet stuffed with winter blankets, the cramped attic, the small spaces of a house. The memories evoked are of space that is small and cramped, a space that perhaps one could have fit into when young during a game of hide and seek but is now much too small to accommodate the adult frame of the viewer. It is perhaps of a linen closet in a relative’s house, or the tiny fragmented space under the stairs.
Untitled by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
"No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me," he wrote. "An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses...with no suggestion of its origin...
"Suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was of a little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings...my Aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea....Immediately the old gray house on the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set...and the entire town, with its people and houses, gardens, church, and surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being from my cup of tea."
CIMG0480.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
been so long
When we played the boardgame Monopoly, in which you pretend to be a tiny venture capitalist, there’s an extension of the rules called free parking that we never ceased to enforce. All of the fines paid in multicolored game money were placed in the center of the board, to be awarded to the lucky player whose tiny metal car, hat, or shoe lands on the “free parking” square.
CIMG0413.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The official rules of Monopoly never mention free parking being used in this way, and the game designers only intended that square to be a break, not a sudden windfall, going so far as to insist in interviews that to play this way, to structure the game to have such a big random award, is not to play Monopoly at all.
CIMG0444.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Everyone wants there to be a reward just for participating, something so good that can happen because you chose to grind away in the system.
CIMG0449.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The reward at free parking perpetuates the game endlessly, as no one will ever be bankrupted, so like a sitcom past its prime, the players have no risk and move around the board endlessly.
CIMG0448.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
When we played the boardgame Monopoly, in which you pretend to be a tiny venture capitalist, there’s an extension of the rules called free parking that we never ceased to enforce. All of the fines paid in multicolored game money were placed in the center of the board, to be awarded to the lucky player whose tiny metal car, hat, or shoe lands on the “free parking” square.
CIMG0413.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The official rules of Monopoly never mention free parking being used in this way, and the game designers only intended that square to be a break, not a sudden windfall, going so far as to insist in interviews that to play this way, to structure the game to have such a big random award, is not to play Monopoly at all.
CIMG0444.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Everyone wants there to be a reward just for participating, something so good that can happen because you chose to grind away in the system.
CIMG0449.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
The reward at free parking perpetuates the game endlessly, as no one will ever be bankrupted, so like a sitcom past its prime, the players have no risk and move around the board endlessly.
CIMG0448.jpg by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
Demo monotype from print survey class by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
A coyote runs across the street, from the school to the neighborhood--disappearing.
scaley necklace by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
brooch2 by Camilla Taylor, on Flickr
