Hiking up to Turtle Head Peak. iPhone 8.
Wicked sand howlin’ across the I-15.
I decided to wander around downtown Las Vegas with my iPhone 8 after eating at Le Thai. If you ever find yourself in downtown Las Vegas go eat the short rib fried rice at Le Thai. Post grub, I hit a joint and had myself a casual walkabout down the Freemont Experience on a Monday night during spring break. The neon lights gave me some sense of stability. I wanted to stray away from shooting drunk tourists. That’s too easy. Instead, I wanted to capture specific colors with an intense grit to them. Something that screamed America, fuck yeah.
I was taking a nap in my car and woke up to this. I grabbed my handy iPhone 8 and had at this marvelous rainbow sunset from Stranger Things.
It’s 2019 and I never thought I would say I miss blogging. I can thank Instagram for bringing me back to the blog format. Instagram is not how I want to share my art and what I see. The grid format is dangerous as I believe it promotes artists to pigeon hole themselves into one style while the all mighty algorithms rewards users for homogenization. It promotes an unhealthy and unrealistic approach to art and creating content just for the sake of feeding the feed. If you go outside of your regular content… you’ll be punished. Everything in the Insta’sphere is fleeting at the flick of a finger tip. It’s weird to me that we have created this belief that a business cannot be successful without an Instagram. That we must exploit our lives by “sharing” our precious day to day moments with strangers from across the globe in order to receive more useless likes. What I’m getting at with all of this is that… no one fucking cares.
Most of my favorite artists don’t have Instagram and I don’t know that much, or if anything, about them. Sometimes remaining a mystery is extremely powerful. People want to know you, but they cannot. All they can do is wait for you to release new work and do live shows. Not content. Fuck your heartless content.
Back to the blog.