Tagged — Jamie Lyons
Resistance 2024
We met in prison. San Quentin. Which sounds like the opening line of either a really good story or a really bad one, depending on your tolerance for irony and how much faith you’ve still got left in coincidence as a delivery mechanism for the divine. So far it’s been the former, knock wood, spit […]
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Resistance 2018
Look at this beautiful goddamn relic. A payphone. At a boat launch in Palo Alto, ground zero for the tech apocalypse that murdered these things. There’s something almost obscene about it standing there, isn’t there? This monument to a slower, dumber, better world. Back when “faith backed by dollars” meant stringing copper wire across America […]
ReadCollusion 2018
The thing about photographing dance is that I’m not actually photographing the dance at all. I’m photographing the spaces between moments, the electrical current that runs from one impossible position to the next, the split-second where a human body tells me something about physics and grace and mortality that I can’t articulate any other way. […]
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Engineering 2016
Buildings without foundations will inevitably come down. I can be fooled, but my kids won’t be… either we will correct what’s wrong, it will be corrected for us. James Baldwin, Take This Hammer We’re real good at forgetting where we buried the bodies. Or in this case, where we buried the plutonium. Hunters Point. Say […]
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Speculation 2016
Speculation: Rehearsing Sophocles #116. Fantastic rehearsal/experimentation/playing/imagining with amazing people at sunrise under a full moon… for Sophocles Savage Blasts. Here’s what the photographs don’t tell you: it’s cold as hell out there at the Wave Organ at dawn. The bay doesn’t care about your artistic intentions. The concrete under your feet is unforgiving, and the […]
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Speculation 2016
Derek isn’t here to make pretty ambience; he is hunting for the frequency where ancient violence meets the Pacific’s indifference, and somehow in this process the conceptual exercise transforms into something I can actually feel in my chest, the kind of site responsive work that doesn’t explain itself or apologize, that just exists in a […]
ReadAdventure 2015
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac, On the Road The thing about Thanksgiving is that […]
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Absolute Solipsism 2015
Let me way this. I was 22 when I came to prison and of course I have changed tremendously over the years. But I had always had a strong sense of myself and in the last few years I felt i was losing my identity. There was a deadness in my body that eluded me, […]
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Wanderlust 2015
Inside Life of Bottles #1 You can just see a little peep of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it’s very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on beyond Oh, Kitty, how nice it […]
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Speculation 2015
Here’s some deadwood resurrected into myth: The thing squats there in the mudflats like prophecy rotting in real-time, all salt-bleached femurs and vertebrae of piers that gave up the ghost decades ago. We dragged this trash out of the bay’s digestive tract and said, “Yeah, this is how you sneak doom into a city.” Driftwood. […]
ReadThe City 2014
It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall, The dark threw its patches down upon me also, The best I had done seem’d to me blank and suspicious, My great thoughts as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre? Nor is it you alone who know what it is to be […]
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Individualism 2014
Here’s a guy who couldn’t even show up to his own exhibit because the Chinese government had his passport. Think about that. They locked him down, kept him from leaving, and he responds by creating this massive installation about freedom and imprisonment in one of America’s most notorious prisons. That’s not just art. That’s a […]
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Individualism 2013
There’s something about catching a human being in a moment of pure, unself-conscious grace that makes you realize how much of our lives we spend performing the wrong goddamn play. Ava’s sitting there beneath all that steel and majesty, and the bridge doesn’t give a shit about her and she doesn’t give a shit about […]
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