Sunday, October 31, 2010
We are not afraid of our bodies
*collaborative project with writings from Carolyn Zaikowski, and photos from me!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Concrete Jungle
My most recent photographs: made from images I've taken in Boston and my soon to be home New York.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A place called home
Earth is one planet out of several million in the spiral shaped Milky Way Galaxy. The Milky Way is one galaxy out of an infinite amount that expand outwardly in all directions, driven by a cintrinsical force of gravity. No end point has been discovered due to constant expansion. This cluster of ever expanding galaxies is called the universe. There are trillions of universes, floating near each other in sphere like shapes, resembling bubbles. This ever expanding cluster of universe spheres in totality is called the Multiverse. The word Multiverse refers to everything that exists; space, time, matter, and energy in its entirety.
Andromida is the name of the Galaxy closest to the Milky Way. It is visible to the naked eye, and is over two billion light years away. The fact that it is visible to the naked eye combined with the brightness of the galaxy determines that the size of Andromida is greater than that of the Milky way.
The gravitational pull of both galaxies are incredibly strong, and headed towards each other. Since the galaxies are so close in proximation, the two spirals are predicted to collide and create a super galaxy at some point in time. This collision will take millions of years- mixing stars, planets, dark matter, and gases. This means Earth as we know it could eventually have a completely different atmosphere. Perhaps Earth will have 28 new moons or neighboring planets. Perhaps in the process of collision Earth will be pushed into the blanket of dark matter, out into space and cease to exist. Perhaps it will be pushed closer to the sun, or further away, changing time, night and day. Perhaps Earth will cluster so close to new planets it will provide new territory to expand upon as a human race. Perhaps humans won't exist by then. Eventually, the Milky Way and Andromida will be as one.
In the center of Andromida, The Milky Way, and all spiral shaped Galaxies lie an inverted black hole that absorbs light. All the planets in the Galaxy gravitate towards the center, and are eventually engulfed by the pull and swallowed by the black hole. This gravitation towards the center of the spiral takes millions of years, giving the planets a lengthy time line for their existence within their own Galaxy.
When Andromida's Galaxy engulfs large planets into the black hole, the black hole reverts the energy back into space. The light from the expelled energy can be seen from Earth with a pair of Binoculars as a small burst and twinkle of light. Expelled light energy and chunks of dark planet matter explode from the black hole into space; eventually affecting neighboring stars, colliding with other planets and gases, and sometimes spark the creation of new galaxies.
We cannot see the black hole in the Milky Way from our position within the Galaxy, therefore cannot see emminating light from our Galaxies black hole. History has shown that our placement in the galaxy over time has gradually moved closer to the black hole. This movement has taken millions of years, and could be thrown off course in the future collision with Andromida. The future fate of Earth is unknown.
Here is my home: Earth. I have had trouble this week defining the word home. I have lived in several locations and have moved several times a year since I can remember. I have a home in my dreams: this image compiled of past living spaces, dream-scapes of contorted walls, hovering over oceans, gardens growing through the floor boards. I have this safe space in my mind that feels like home. Memories of my grandmother's basement, blueberry bushes and winter snow tunnels. Bookshelves built into walls, shelves holding glass terrariums.
I am moving to New York at the end of the week from my current home in Boston, MA. My home is in boxes brewing and in tree-tops with slide-show memories. I sit on the porch and remember. I find it hard to sit. Every time I remember, I add some of my own fantastic visions melding memories with future nesting dreams.
Home is somewhere. Home is in the bones beneath my skin, in the eyes of my lover, in the apothecary's hands, in the sewing machine sounds sung by worn in blankets. Home is this giant Earth ball floating in dark matter, and language, and light years. Home is God and self. Home is a wild, wild memory.
Andromida is the name of the Galaxy closest to the Milky Way. It is visible to the naked eye, and is over two billion light years away. The fact that it is visible to the naked eye combined with the brightness of the galaxy determines that the size of Andromida is greater than that of the Milky way.
The gravitational pull of both galaxies are incredibly strong, and headed towards each other. Since the galaxies are so close in proximation, the two spirals are predicted to collide and create a super galaxy at some point in time. This collision will take millions of years- mixing stars, planets, dark matter, and gases. This means Earth as we know it could eventually have a completely different atmosphere. Perhaps Earth will have 28 new moons or neighboring planets. Perhaps in the process of collision Earth will be pushed into the blanket of dark matter, out into space and cease to exist. Perhaps it will be pushed closer to the sun, or further away, changing time, night and day. Perhaps Earth will cluster so close to new planets it will provide new territory to expand upon as a human race. Perhaps humans won't exist by then. Eventually, the Milky Way and Andromida will be as one.
In the center of Andromida, The Milky Way, and all spiral shaped Galaxies lie an inverted black hole that absorbs light. All the planets in the Galaxy gravitate towards the center, and are eventually engulfed by the pull and swallowed by the black hole. This gravitation towards the center of the spiral takes millions of years, giving the planets a lengthy time line for their existence within their own Galaxy.
When Andromida's Galaxy engulfs large planets into the black hole, the black hole reverts the energy back into space. The light from the expelled energy can be seen from Earth with a pair of Binoculars as a small burst and twinkle of light. Expelled light energy and chunks of dark planet matter explode from the black hole into space; eventually affecting neighboring stars, colliding with other planets and gases, and sometimes spark the creation of new galaxies.
We cannot see the black hole in the Milky Way from our position within the Galaxy, therefore cannot see emminating light from our Galaxies black hole. History has shown that our placement in the galaxy over time has gradually moved closer to the black hole. This movement has taken millions of years, and could be thrown off course in the future collision with Andromida. The future fate of Earth is unknown.
Here is my home: Earth. I have had trouble this week defining the word home. I have lived in several locations and have moved several times a year since I can remember. I have a home in my dreams: this image compiled of past living spaces, dream-scapes of contorted walls, hovering over oceans, gardens growing through the floor boards. I have this safe space in my mind that feels like home. Memories of my grandmother's basement, blueberry bushes and winter snow tunnels. Bookshelves built into walls, shelves holding glass terrariums.
I am moving to New York at the end of the week from my current home in Boston, MA. My home is in boxes brewing and in tree-tops with slide-show memories. I sit on the porch and remember. I find it hard to sit. Every time I remember, I add some of my own fantastic visions melding memories with future nesting dreams.
Home is somewhere. Home is in the bones beneath my skin, in the eyes of my lover, in the apothecary's hands, in the sewing machine sounds sung by worn in blankets. Home is this giant Earth ball floating in dark matter, and language, and light years. Home is God and self. Home is a wild, wild memory.
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