The sky at dusk is warm and distant. Carrying the day.
Leading the light to a better place.
The horizon sets down with inky fatigue and the clouds are showing off.
Tonight. We are 100 leagues below. Just you and me.
Tonight. Up there. Sunken love, in a bleach blonde submarine.
Justices way of letting you know no matter where youre going, no matter what's in your bag, your never as big as the things you can't touch.
Theyll keep on turning with or without an audience.
Everchanging. Everstill. Long after youre gone.
"Milton [Friedman] is the embodiment of the truth that "ideas have consequences."
- Donald Rumsfeld, U.S. defense secretary, May 2002.
Screen shots from All for One Productions second documentary shoot. These photographs were shot at Nick Popovich's storage warehouse and private aircraft hangar. Both of these facilities are located in Gary, Indiana. The character, Nick Popovich, repossesses airplanes when the owner fails to keep up their payments with their bank or leasing company. For more information on Nick please visit:
All for One Productions was the name of our assigned film crew for the Documentary Workshop course at Ithaca College. If our pitch of this shoot had passed the scrutiny of our manager and teacher, Ben Crane, we would have continued on to create a compilation documentary of recession-proof jobs.
"I grew up exuberant in body but with a nervy, craving mind. It was wanting something more, something tangible. It sought for reality intensely, always as if it were not there..."
- "Letter from a Man" by John Menlove Edwards
"They propose a paranoid cityscape laced with a pervasive mistrust of perception, and, therefore, of many of the assumptions upon which one's social and economic navigation of the city - and of these institutional spaces of art - depend... in different ways, these artworkd register the uncomfortable nature of this environment, pointing to the hysterial eruptions of theatre in every facet of interaction - from the casual encounter on the street, to a view of the passing crowd, to the figure of authority."
-'From Invisible Theatre to Thai Soup' by Catherine Wood.
Screen shots from All for One Productions first documentary shoot. These photographs were shot at the Bedford Avenue "L" subway stop. All for One Productions was the name of our assigned film crew for the Documentary Workshop course at Ithaca College. The subject, Theo Eastwind, successfully takes advantage of public spaces such as the New York City Mass Transit system to promote and sell his music. For more information on Theo please visit: http://www.theoeastwind.com/.
If our pitch of this shoot had passed the scrutiny of our manager and teacher, Ben Crane, we would have continued on to create a compilation documentary of recession-proof jobs.
"We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times."
- Holy the Farm by Annie Dillard.
This photo essay features my father, Karl Cote. These pictures were taken during the Summer of 2011 at Saddleback Mountain. I would never have made this hike if it was not for my father, but once I did I gained so much optimism and persistence in life. There is something so powerful about not giving up - even when reason tells you otherwise. Every time I encountered a difficult situation after this hike I would think back to the determination and resilience that I discovered in myself during this trip.
"From the moment I got on the train... my goals, the questions and affairs that constantly preoccupied me, my fears of myself and others, were all, as it were, taken away from me. The most remarkable thing, however, was that those who led us had no goals either! And, of course, there is something else: for the first time in my life, I was among 'my own'; we had our own world, parallel to the real one, and this world had been created and compressed by the C.A. Group until it had achieved complete materiality, or, one might say, tangibility - if this notion is at all applicable to some thing absolutely ethereal and elusive."
- The Museological Unconscious: Communal (Post-)Modernism is Russia. A conversation between Ilya Kabakov and Victor Tupitsyn.
"The subconscious needs of people began to break through the ever present network of repressive institutions which is the backbone of capitalism. Everywhere people danced and trembled. Everywhere people wrote on the walls of the city or communicated freely with total strangers. There were no longer any strangers, but brothers, very alive, very present... The first things revolutions do away with are the sadness and boredom and the alienation of the body."
- "Notes on Political Street Theatre, Paris 1968, 1969" by Jean- Jacques Lebel.
"Since 1970 our world has been so greatly permeated with ideology that should you even decide to plant a flower somewhere it is perceived as a political gesture... Should ideology be the problem of my life, or some politician currently in power, or some regime? I would like to live in transcendence, some where else, and be devoted to different values... There are much higher gains to consider which do not overlap with superficial worldly planes."
- 1968-1989: Political Upheaval and Artistic Change by Alex Mlynarcik.
"It's good to know what's wrong with the world... but it's just as important to know that sometimes, no matter how wrong it is, you can't change it. A lot of bad stuff in the world wasn't really that bad until someone tried to change it."
- Shantarum by Gregory David Roberts.
"Everything had changed suddenly- the tone, the moral climate; you didn't know what to think, whom to listen to. As if all your life you had been led by the hand like a small child and suddenly you were on your own, you had to learn to walk by yourself. There was no one around, neither family nor people whose judgement you respected. At such a time you felt the need of committing yourself to something absolute - life or truth or beauty - of being ruled by it in place of the man-made rules that had been discarded. You needed to surrender to some such ultimate purpose more fully, more unreservedly than you had ever done in the old familiar, peaceful days, in the old life that was now abolished and gone for good."
- Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak.