The majority of the work by Pedro Meyer is classic b/w documentary shots from his work around the Americas in earlier decades but his recent material is digital, some modified and some straight-forward photography.
There was one photo (relatos y retratos 5/6) at the gallery without a title from the mid-70s of a young woman sitting naked on a front porch in a fetal position, her head is turned with her mouth covered by her arm and her eyes are set on the photographer behind the camera. When you're actually standing in front of the print, her eyes follow you as if she's the one observing you and not the other way around.
For me this girl represents what I want in a partner. Someone with sharp intelligence not only evident in what she says but in what she doesn't say. What she lets settle in order to observe. She accepts and exposes herself to the scrutiny of others but she's looking right back at you doing the same.
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As always I'm distracted from my responsibilities. I'm ruling out all my options for life back in New York and life after school. The collapsing economy helps me to remain realistic about my plans for the next couple of years. One plan I cannot be swayed into abandoning is to adopt a dog once I have the income and the housing suitable for the care of one.
I'm scouting out possible living arrangements on the interweb every few days. It kills a lot of hours and I feel productive even when I'm avoiding schoolwork. Hartford's looking kinda nice right now...
I'm scouting out possible living arrangements on the interweb every few days. It kills a lot of hours and I feel productive even when I'm avoiding schoolwork. Hartford's looking kinda nice right now...
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I hope I don't find myself living alone for very long. I really don't. This is kind of an extreme example but I watched "Grizzly Man" the other day and it got me thinking how an unrealistic sense of idealism, morality, and perfection, especially if constantly applied as a litmus test to people around you, can lead to this anti-social behavior and profound resentment of humanity and human interaction.
I don't want to become so rigid in my search for a girl, or even just friends to surround myself with, that I consider certain differences insurmountable obstacles.
I think I'm better than I was a couple years ago but sometimes I see too much of an indifferent loner in myself to be very confident in my social skills or prospects of finding someone to love and love me back.
I can easily shrug off going home alone one night but when those days accumulate without much notice, when I finally count them all up, I might be doing so in an air-tight hermetic seal I long ago secured for myself.
I don't want to become so rigid in my search for a girl, or even just friends to surround myself with, that I consider certain differences insurmountable obstacles.
I think I'm better than I was a couple years ago but sometimes I see too much of an indifferent loner in myself to be very confident in my social skills or prospects of finding someone to love and love me back.
I can easily shrug off going home alone one night but when those days accumulate without much notice, when I finally count them all up, I might be doing so in an air-tight hermetic seal I long ago secured for myself.
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Iron & Wine
There is light in my lady's house
And there's none but some falling rain
This like a spoken word
She is more than her thousand names
No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me
It is good in my lady's house
And the shape that her body makes
Love is a fragile word
In the air on the length we lay
No hands are half as gentle
Or firm as they like to be
Thank God you see me the way you do
Strange as you are to me
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