Monday, August 15, 2011
The Exotic Montanan
Christopher also says that I will become exotic to the Europeans that they will become both captivated by my work as well as being from Montana. This is one place perhaps it will work to my advantage. He also notices the American obsessions with porn and how dull it seems to have become to everyone but the Americans. It is a one-note style that is oversaturated and, though it is constantly changing, has no room for growth but functions as a cash cow without a soul. In Europe it seems that people are more drawn to my style and here it is referred to as erotica.
After Christopher left I wandered the streets of the Marias area, very narrow streets filled with people. It is a lonely place to be alone here. It is alarming how being from Montana where I am used to such open space to be caught in the meandering streets of this area. There are many photographic artists that have their images taped to the walls of the windows of a closed shop, poor, destitute. Smoking hoping someone will stop and notice their work. I do not know if they are trying to sell it or just seeming to want some sort of recognition. I recognize their desperation within myself. Do I exist on their plane of existence? In the same area I pass a shop of original photographic prints, it is filled with patrons browsing the bins of fine art photography, most of it nature and structural design. The clerks attired with pristine white gloves as they show these works of art. I wonder and ponder where do I belong and where my images will actually end up. I feel that I have put so much of myself in the images, the men with white gloves is where I belong in my heart, but it is the latter where I may end up. I then pass a bookstore, in the gay area, filled with many books on erotica, the windows are lined with people gazing into its mystery and allure and I somehow know I have found my home.
Today I am in the airport heading to Berlin.
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