My local mall fascinates me, it is like malls from the 90’s in Buffalo, the first generation malls that were fading out but still sat there open despite a lack of businesses, maybe more for the mall walkers who started early and lapped you at least a few times. I often wonder why I am drawn to places like this. Was it growing up in a city with a downtown that perpetually faded through my childhood? IS it finding beauty in places that others no longer see as valid, as cool as the place to go.
The odds and ends in the creative world of Thendara M Kida-Gee.
noticed this place as we entered the rain forest back in the spring, then managed to do a bit of puttering about before heading home. Talula didn’t fancy a poke about and stayed in the car, I saw there was an area that looked freshly used and perhaps inhabited so I stayed away from that area. Was a brilliant few days with both nature and some beloved dilapidation.
as we enter the autumn and the news is intense I make sure to make space to step away from everything news oriented and do some art. This has been a big art week. I’ve been creating new collages, covering finished pieces in resin and processing photos I took when the weather was warm. These beauties are from a friend’s childhood home I had the chance to explore with her. more to come as a imagine the need to create and perhaps break from news is not going to fade anytime soon.
Exciting exhibition news to come!
I would like to thank 4Culture and King County for purchasing this piece, for their portable works collection. This image is one of thousands of an ongoing Photographic love affair with northern state hospital farm of Sedro Woolley, Wa.
This is the image that has stuck in my head through out the years whenever I contemplate this space. The photograph is part of an edition of 20, some of which are still available for purchase.
It has been awhile since I had visited this special place. To see it in such a state I was glad I came when I did. Two different roofs collapsed, photographs there only memory of being whole.
weird to see something, actively pursue visiting some place where the decline is fast and no one is stopping it. the details wash away, distilled into some vague form of what used to be there, like having applied a photoshop filter too often and ended up with some vague recollection of what was.
Interesting day in all the skies were filled with fire smoke from Everett Northwards, really weird, I have never lived someplace where I experienced the repercussions of forest fires before.
Can't say it makes me happy, in fact it makes me cry for the trees an awful lot but people who know me probably wouldn't be too surprised about this, I have empathy to spare, and some seem to have none.