October 31, 2010
He was unfazed. My heart raced. We wont know if he is receiving the drug or the placebo until the study ends. He didn't want to regret not trying. Now we spend time in Clinical Research. This boy dreams of baseball and is driven by hope. I wonder how he does not feel like a pincushion.
Posted by Andi Schreiber at 6:41 AM
October 22, 2010
October 15, 2010
My process as an artist is intentionally haphazard. I believe that randomness keeps my image-making fresh. I do not take my camera everywhere I go but pick it up when compelled. When I was worked as a newspaper photographer I sought stories to tell. But now, working for myself and creating images for their own sake is more complicated - - especially when asked what it is that I photograph. My response is "anything and everything." Ambiguous. Yet I can't find a better answer.
I stumble upon inspiration, finding it tangled in a thick hedge. A "Whoozit" catches my eye as I walk through my neighborhood. How did it land there and had anyone noticed it astray? My guess is that it was swiftly replaced with a new, cleaner version. The child who lost it probably never knew it disappeared.
There is something about this process that grabs, holds and propels me forward. The photographs become markers and I drift in between them. While I continue to ponder the larger meaning of my work one thing is beyond question, uncertainty is key.
Posted by Andi Schreiber at 9:10 AM
October 4, 2010
One week ago I was strong, confident. Since then I have been mostly housebound, struggling through a relentless back pain. I'm humbled by my fragile body.
My son breaks into this frame of mine, stealing my self-pitying thunder. I soften. Things may not be as bad as they appear.
Posted by Andi Schreiber at 2:36 PM