Curled Up in the Corner. . .

(Girlfriend in dorm, 1975)

I did not know what Ulf would write about the exhibit, but he spoke for me.  There will be a book, I hope.  One way or another.

But it is too weird to sit around and think of the exhibit.  I can't effect anything now.  And so I begin to think of the next.  I will shoot black and white film for this one, I imagine.  Out of the studio.  In people's homes.  I want to take photographs, but I want to take their stories, too.  It will be challenging to set up.  I will be like a home invader in some ways, intrusive, bothersome.  People are more interesting than they ever believe, though, and convincing them of that is the thing.  I have a working title: "In Their Place".  Planning stages only.  Right now, I am exhausted.  People are interesting, but they are difficult, too, and in the end, working with them wears me out.

I will begin walking around with my Leica.  The air is clearer and the light sharper every day.  The timing is right.  But it will take everything I have to walk up to some person with my camera and say, "Hey, can I take your picture?  Really, I mean for a long time, at your house.  What's it like there?  You can tell me stories."

Sure.