The Dorrit Show
Can a bunch of old photos, deliberately in no chronological order, really be considered a show? In this case it can, because since it's my site I can do anything I want and since these are the only images of my past as much of a show as there is. (Yes, I am too lazy to try to figure out if I can convert my collection of old super 8 movies--including the epics I made in film school--to video.) I'm sure if I ever have to star in my own "Defending Your Life," God will have video of all this. Crap.
This is an ever-expanding (as I continue to find and scan them all) assortment of pictures from my family's past; what most people always refer to as "the good old days." Personally, I've always thought you could get an incredible amount of information about someone simply by at their family relics--you just have to see past the obvious.
I was going to put "art" in quotes, but then I decided not to. I've been going to see a lot of museums and galleries here in NYC lately, and if some of the absolute crap I've seen there can be classified as art, no quotation marks, then so can what I've been doing. Don't get me wrong, a lot of what I've seen has been breathtaking, and great, and things I admire and will only ever wish I had the talent to create. But when a "piece" that's just a pile of sand with pieces of glass stuck in it gets a prime spot in a museum just because it's done by a man, and a man with a name in the largely sexist and pretentious art world, well, that's what I'm talking about when I use the pejorative "crap."
Asbury Park: "Vacation" 05
In a nutshell: it cost a lot of money and it kind of sucked overall. The pictures are good, though. (Really!)
Anna Marie was the only puppy my ex and I ever tried to raise. Although she was a very smart and sweet dog to us, we actually failed miserably as trainers, because she didn't want anyone in the house but us and would try to bite people on the street if they tried to pet her. (She was from some basement pitbull breeding pit in Fort Greene in Brooklyn, so was damaged to begin with.) She was dumped at our vet when she was just born and had parvo; her brother and mother died but she lived. Unfortunately, not for long--she was always sort of sickly and she got cancer when she was only three and died about six months after that. She was an incredibly great dog while she lived, though.
I used to have a Mac at home and at work, both the same resolution, so I created quite a few desktop pictures, since I wasn't satisfied with the usual ones that were out there--and I wasn't about to turn my monitor into a free billboard for the latest movie promo. But now that I have a 20" iMac at work and the screen dimensions are totally different, I'm not making the more common 1024 x 768 ones anymore. But here are the old ones.
I Am A Camera
I've been taking still pictures since I was nine years old. I'd start talking about my "vision," but then I'd have to kill myself for being a pretentious asshole. All I'll say is that I think I see things differently than most people do.
Molly's First Adventure
This is one of the first projects I did in Photoshop, and it features one of my dogs, Molly. She was an only dog at the time and therefore got to be a star in a lot of my fledgling Photoshop endeavors.
Speedy and Jinks a Go Go
About three months after Anna Marie died, I got a call from our Vet saying that a woman had brought in an older dachshund who she rescued from kids that were kicking him on the street. Being complete suckers, we took him and named him Speedy. He was a biter and it took him a while to trust us, but now he's fine--just don't try to take meat he's stolen out of a grocery bag away from him. I don't know for certain how old he is, but he's almost completely white on his muzzle and has had to be carried up and down stairs for the past couple of years.
A year or so after Speedy came, I got another call from the vet saying that someone dumped another dachshund--much younger--and did we want him to go with Speedy? Jinks is about five or six years old now, and has a very different personality than Speedy. He's much quieter, much sweeter, and he's definitely MY dog.