For years now, I’ve been thinking (on a Woody Allen level of obsession) what it means to be an artist. (more)
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I started this work in the summer of 2008, around the same time as I was shooting days with my father I know it may seem odd, but the two projects are connected. After all, I was taking care of my 98 year old father, essentially waiting for him to die-and what is plastic surgery, if not the denial of death, and aging? (more)
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