Thesis

Edit: I wrote this post earlier this week in that expanse of time where it is neither yesterday, today or tomorrow. I was near delirium. I have made some changes, humbling the whole piece. I have a love/hate relationship with my thesis. The following is the result of a good day:

My thesis is better than yours.


I wrote 8 pages last Tuesday, then 8 more on Monday and Tuesday of this week. I have a paragraph about the advent of crack in the 1980's, and I am pretty proud of it. Say crack again. Crack. (Mean Girls reference).

My thesis will also feature A.) photographs and B.) a discussion of photographers.

A.) Photographs

I am photographing homeless men and women in Austin. The idea of just photographs is currently evolving....and approval was secured on Tuesday, thanks to a productive meeting with my supervisor. I will still be using my camera. My little, albeit heavy, Canon friend that often accompanies as I conduct thesis research. (On a completely unrelated note, I think I could have been an anthropologist, research in the field). So photographs, camera, etc. But now a new element as well...modifying my aesthetic and methodology. Also, the interactions and new acquaintances, and the resulting conversations will be included.

B.) Photographers

As with any thesis, there is a written, research portion. Oh yes, I get to purchase the best books for my thesis. I have purchased several books regarding homelessness(count: 8), but I also purchased several books regarding some famous and some unknown photographers (count: 9).

Photographers like Dorothea Lange, Peter Beard, Lee Miller, Walker Evans, and Andrew Rothstein. I am forming quite a collection of coffee table books, all for the sake of research. My research consists of photos, beautiful photographs that reveal history, photographs that speak volumes still today.