A review of class

This clip above is a little laden with personal (inside) jokes that the

non-watcher of NewsRadio will not fully understand.

However at 5:58 mins in Daves say something that

I was thinking in the last day of class and

it say alot of what I would have said.

"Farwell. Take care of each other and I'll see you all

when you get to where ever it is I am now "

Final for ART

  Hello! 

This is Patrick and this is the end to ARTDM-150DG class.

 Listed is 22 images in chronological order starting earliest to latest.

May 12, 2009

Right after "Day in the Life" shoot

Drunk, Alone running down the stairs and I fell

At a Vet's hospital volunteering

Right after photo class

Driving around

Waking up in the morning

Just driving again picking up O.C.

At photo class with two models

My room

Self-Help sign

The only shoot I took for the original project for this class

Don't even remember

For some reason this exhibits sex to me

At class again

Only my way to a dispensary

On my way back watching a very bazaar guy

I really love anchors

Messing around with "Yellow Submarine"

(Untitled)

On my way to work

About to go in...

May 22, 2008

Slave of the Slaves

John says some very interesting ideas he

had towards woman here. 

Its incredibly how much I agree and is true. 

Just listen to John...

John w/Geroge

Highly recommend in hearing the original song by

John Lennon: GOD.

Lennon is saying hes nothing more than a human.

a human who loves another

thats it.

The song is so moving - hearing Bush 

(say his own version)

is chilling. Hes in his world with us.

THEN,

I laughed at the end.

Is over.

in more ways than one.

Fantasy

Talk about a totally acid trip. Prehistoric man knew nothing but, what he/she believed in hence: Religion.

 Early man/woman experimented in everything that it could learn from. That including any and all hallucinations he/she could chew.

[The image depicts a man peering through the Earth's atmosphereas if it were a curtain to look at the inner workings of the universe. The caption translates to "A medieval missionary tells that he has found the point where heaven and Earth meet..."]

Impertinent

Sometimes, for instances today. You walk out side to get the paper, roll down your car windows etc. and you might not be looking all that hot. You just woke up your hair is every which way, your wearing weird funky pajamas and clothes that shouldn't’t see the light the day and its sunny at around noon. And it’s a little embarrassing. The neighbors are seeing you...

 

 You resemble a little bit like Eddy in National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. AND sometimes I just what to say to the nearest person "Merry Christmas! - Shiters full!"

I didn't say that today. I never do expect inside my mind.

MIND

I dreamed this past night that I was kissing  a woman. Intense, soft whole mouth kissing. I could feel the tongue but, couldn't taste anything. 

 It was only a dream. 

I've been having dreams similar to ones like those. Not full on SEX and never a wet dream but just intrinsic, secure contact with women. People who love me. Only in my mind does this exist.

 

SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS

Nothing to do. I hate my life....

  I got to find something to do but there's nothing I want to do.

 Want to be "numb" or happy?

Just want to get drunk, high you know a regular Space Trooper

Fuck Shit. Um well lets get started...

 "I've got nothing to say but its okay"

This world is nothing but a fucking orgy. Everybody is horny and wants to fuck. Yay! Such a lovely place...

Repeat after me: Sex does not equal Love.

   how sad...

Funny! Very Amusing!

Just heard a very funny joke:

    I guy walks into a library. He ask the librarian if she could help him find a book about suicide. The librarian says "Fuck You. You wont return it"

                           

 

Align

This is Patrick Caires. For my Spring 2009 Digital Documentary Photography Class final project, (which is to choose a cohesive theme) I will be documenting & bring understanding into how humans align. In day-to-day life. I want to show the uniqueness in how lines are composed and the people waiting in them. The emotion is important for me to try to exhibit. The people’s state of mind. So it turns out to be a two prater: The art of the lines themselves and he people in them. One More Thing: I find it very interesting at times how we, us humans must conform and form a line. It can be very dominating and I think this project might show the rule we follow under our society.


This project idea came to me from my father. Many years ago in my High School Photography class w/Mr. Fortayon I had to come up with some ideas for a shooting direction for the semester. My father said “how about lines!” Examples he said were people standing in lines at the grocery store, movie theaters, bathrooms DMV…


The schedule of doing this project is going to be tough. Currently I’m having trouble getting starting but, once I do get these gears in motion I will focus on shooting during all times of the day. Morning and evening because a lot of action happens during the hustle and bustle of living. Going to work, lunch traffic…
Laying this out is still pending. Most likely my presentation will be prints. The project will evolve in its own and the layout will pursue it.


So there you have it. To convey the beauty and randomness in line forming. The control and order that exist in lines. This I will show you. This you will see.

Why weep...?

I wish I died when I took 14 of these:

 

 

I was throwing up for hours. 

Thats 10,500 mg of acetaminophen. (you should never exceed 4,000 mg)

No doubt if I were a older man I would have probably died (as I kept saying that to myself)

Friends said you should have gone to the hospital, get your stomach pumped.

But No!

I remember curling up alone in my bed, finally being able to sleep.

 Then I woke up.

 Then TODAY TODAY! FUCK TODAY! 

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I cant explain this rage that disappears when I smoke you. The exhale of smoke is like my worries, cares and inhibitions go with it, in it, to evolve into nothing. A little trace of existence. A little trace of Patrick. 

 Only thing left is the smell. And then that is only a memory.

See I was really anger when I started this post. Well sad too. I had to wipe tears away first in a constant struggle to gain insight, perspective on this crazy world. The world where knowledge is your enemy. When knowing too much is All Too Much! I cant believe what goes on here. Its truly un holy...

 But now,

 I smoked weed and I don’t care. Blah.

   Burnt Hands

 Wet Feet

 I will go forth

I'll Show You

Soo earlier today I was smoking some cannabis and I starting going through my computer files. I began organizing my vast collection of files in a more orderly fashion. I collected the pictures & video you see below, through misc folders, into fixed folders. And I thought I would like to share, what I deem necessary to save, to you now. Its completely random but, I think it also

shows a little bit of me.

                                                       

Listening to "Mind Games" - John Lennon

I feel...

I can't help myself. It all coming back again. Please STOP STOP STOP,

 

Lying down, Hoping to cry/die. I cant stand myself, Cant forgive myself...  I'm Soo Tired

Yet, I havent been busy.

What Do I Want?     I Want To Feel Love.    To Be Loved.    

I want to care a lot for  something/someone. I sometimes think If I were to go I wouldn’t leave any mark behind - cause I feel as if I have such little impact on everything. Hardly any control.

No one knows. You cant imagine. Someone asked me what I do after work. I laugh a nervous laugh and think for a second then say "I'm just trying to out run the hourglass"

 don’t forget...

"You Want Love? - 

 take a number, have a seat..."

   

  

           I'm such a slave, slave, slave, slave, slave slaveslaveslaveslave

               

The Beatles (to be announced)

TBA

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I will expand this blog later, when I'm inspired. 

Field Trip!

So on this day Friday the 20th 2009. Us, the photo class embarked on a photo trip to San Fran. It started at the Photo Center and went everywhere else...

I did not enjoy myself at all. I was annoyed & pessimistic.

Out of the whole day I only took two pictures. On a different day I would have been thrilled to go and would have had a much better time. I guess I regretted the whole day too.

Fuck Yes!

Peolpe dont like it when you say "Fuck You" to them. They take it as an insult. I dont. I fuck myself all the time. At least a few times a week I "Fuck Myself" by means of masturbation. Thats all one is saying when the say "Fuck You". It means: Go get laid or do it yourself because you pissing me off and you need that "sweet release". 

I wish, wish someone would fuck me.  So go ahead and say this insult "Fuck You" to me or whomever. It only keeps me going...

The Decisive Moment

Hi there!
What I have here is my "Decisive Moment" assignment. The assignment was to shoot 250 images of everything, more specifically, a decisive moment. Through careful editing with the help of my awesome teacher, J. Lovell, I choose one image.


Though this isn't so much a decisive moment, I give myself credit for this picture.
This is Al.
Al is homeless.
I asked to take his picture. He said No.
After conceiving him, I shoot severally pictures of him being silly.
At the end, I was about to put the camera away when I called his name and he looked up.
He forgot he camera was there and I took one shoot of him looking at me.

It's a little decisive because it was in the moment. Meaning I couldn't retake this image at anytime.

And credit to me because I believe this is a fantastic self-portrait of Al.

This was in my head

...Some of them were pissed on or shit on by the Pentagon, but that doesn’t give you the right to mutiny! 

You call it what you want!- you'll down there were up here. YOU walked into the Goddamned wrong room commander! 

Stand Fast! - The Rock