Black Boots Ink is about the rituals of life in the pursuit of happiness — it is about all of us. Magazine No. 3 Pageantry by 11 artists is a look at the grand displays; the pompa, the shows and flash of life that take place in the public/private world. BBI: Pageantry by Jennifer Ahn, Emilio Bañuelos, Santiago Bustamante Mujica, [...]
What values hold true from the old country, and where do acceptance and integration lie on the road to assimilation?
I think I search out sadness in my photography so I can better understand it inside of me. I never go out hoping to find it. I look for beautiful things, and I see beauty in despair, regret, and longing. These people are alone at the moment I snap the photo. I’ve walked down these streets and seen all types of peoples, but I was most drawn to the subjects of these photographs. No matter where they have been, or where they are going, when I see them they are alone, and I am too.
What values hold true from the old country, and where do acceptance and integration lie on the road to assimilation?
I think I search out sadness in my photography so I can better understand it inside of me. I never go out hoping to find it. I look for beautiful things, and I see beauty in despair, regret, and longing. These people are alone at the moment I snap the photo. I’ve walked down these streets and seen all types of peoples, but I was most drawn to the subjects of these photographs. No matter where they have been, or where they are going, when I see them they are alone, and I am too.
What values hold true from the old country, and where do acceptance and integration lie on the road to assimilation?
I think I search out sadness in my photography so I can better understand it inside of me. I never go out hoping to find it. I look for beautiful things, and I see beauty in despair, regret, and longing. These people are alone at the moment I snap the photo. I’ve walked down these streets and seen all types of peoples, but I was most drawn to the subjects of these photographs. No matter where they have been, or where they are going, when I see them they are alone, and I am too.
What values hold true from the old country, and where do acceptance and integration lie on the road to assimilation?
What values hold true from the old country, and where do acceptance and integration lie on the road to assimilation?
This man once asked me why we do this. Why do we jump down stairs and onto ledges. Half the time slamming our body’s into the ground just to get up and try again.
