It's been quite a while since I posted anything. This time away from the make-believe world of ones and zeros has been somewhat intentional. On that note, this post is dedicated to being the creators of culture. I'm revisiting some old images. I made these images three years ago, before I had figured out what this project was really about or how they fit into it.


If you're reading this I think it's safe to say that your concept of culture is not solely (if at all) based on traditions passed down for generations through various vectors (religion, regional dress, customs, dialect, etc). So often the things that we define ourselves with, culturally, are not elements that emerged organically from within our communities. They are elements of pop-culture, mass media, and consumerism that come from outside our communities. This post-modern sense of culture is very different, and almost contrary, to what we might think of as culture in a classical sense. This shift isn't entirely negative. However, you could say that we are immersed in a colonized culture. I'm speaking very generally and from my personal perspective. Of course, this is not the only way of being.


I see culture being as much of a verb as it is a noun. With action is our own participation. We could deplore the contemporary degradation of culture, but we are still participants in that action that is culture. We make choices everyday that create or reinforce cultural meaning. I'm interested in those ways in which we can be active, conscious participants to create and engage with culture in liberatory ways. Ways that promotes the values that we want to see in our communities. For me, these images speak to being a participant in the creation and production of culture.

These images were created during a night of music and art underneath the streets of Prescott, AZ. The images hardly come close to representing this night, but if I didn't have them I'd think it was all a dream. Random people showed up because they followed the music that they heard coming through the storm drains on the sidewalk. Thank you, Adam, Sarah, and everyone who was there for making this night happen.