Thursday, February 28, 2013

59/365


Greetings!

Tomorrow I leave for SPRING BREAK 2013! I am leaving good ol' Ann Arbor on the train to Chicago in the afternoon tomorrow then Saturday I board a plane to NYC in the evening! So this means I will not post a photo for the next week or so but I will certainly be taking photos. Don't you worry! 

This is what my typical work station looks like. Cheap earl grey tea, one or two creams, a couple different pens, sketchbook, wallet, phone, and lap top. This particular sketchbook is for a semi-secret project I have been working on with a couple very close friends of mine. Look for that release day in May this year. 

Stay tuned! Read up! 

-M

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

57/365



All I know is this weather better not follow me to NYC next week!


let the sky cry 

you don't have to. 
let the blue that is our eyes well up
clouds bloated with tears 
until our sorrows 
soak the clothes 
the ground, 
all that is exposed
you are not alone.

-M

56/365


I spent my entire day after class in the metals studio deep into the night and then further into the morning. I didn't get home until after 6 am but the important thing is I was making something. The end product is almost good enough to post but I will wait until I am satisfied. 

Spring break is near and my body can feel the travel dates nearing. I am very much in need of some new surroundings, exploration, and a break from the work/school grind. I am Chicago and NYC bound. My heart is fluttering with the thought. Stay tuned.

-M

Sunday, February 24, 2013

55/365


AQUAMAN has a new album dropping very soon. I have been doing a little behind the scenes work to help the homies out. Today My buddy Sam, who you have met before, and the boys from Aquaman were shooting the music video for a song that you will hear on the album when it drops.

Here is a video previously shot for them!

More photos and links to come with time but for now, stay curious!

-M

54/365


We are always eating the best food together! If you haven't had an ice cream sandwich from insomnia cookie you are surely missing out!

This is my really good friend Zoe. I am convinced we are travel soul mates! This past summer we drove down the west coast from Seattle Washington to Los Angeles California and for spring break we are hitting NYC for some east coast adventures. 

Zoe and I go far back to freshman year here at U of M. So when we aren't scavenge hunting the USA we are cooking, eating, painting nails, dancing or holding each others sanity together by talking about our passions and distractions. Much love to this beautiful, talented, collected young woman.

-M

Saturday, February 23, 2013

53/365


Every photo has a story. I wonder if these are still being told. It is a very strange occurrence to run into this evidence of a life in these abandoned buildings. Normally there is just a cold empty feeling with just a hint that life was previously present. In this room, the walls were covered in old photos, each one trying to describe the person framed.

I always wondered where lost and forgotten things went once they were lost or forgotten. This seems pretty appropriate. I commonly wonder what happened to make people leave such precious things like photographs behind. I can imagine a dozen situations that caused this person to up root and leave but I will honestly never know.

Friday, February 22, 2013

52/365


The light came in through the window
spilling across the wall while illuminating the room
Just like every other day but today I felt it.
The light looked different and I could feel it
I opened my eyes a little wider

I sat at a table in the middle of a room
covered in rings from my tea cups
placed on the bare wood surface.
some of them looked like moons
or maybe eyes

My tea cup sat in front of me
steaming into the air
pronounced by the light
gleaming in from the window

I could feel the suns warmth
my entire body embraced
the same way your hands feel
wrapped around a freshly poured cup of tea

I took a sip
with my eyes open and
peering through the steam
sank deeper into my chair
watching the sun cast across the room
for hours transforming

Soon
my cup was empty
but I was not
The sun had fallen
but the warmth was still resonating




51/365





It is kind of poetic the way foot steps in the mud are frozen in time.
Like a time lapse of people on their daily routines
One person on their way to work
Another maybe going to eat
Some to meet up with old friends
Maybe some of them are lost...
Or wandering..

Layer after layer of foot steps in the ground 
Thawed with the warmth of the sun
Then frozen in time as the temperature drops
Shaping the ground 
Into some kind of time capsule
With the precision of their path  
The directness of each step.

Where are you going?


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

50/365




We stayed in bed so long I watched the hours dance across your skin in light and shadow. 


Until the light turned rich with reds and purples while the sun slowly went to sleep we stayed awake.



Though the charging clouds covered the deepest blue skies spotted with white and covered the moon spilling blue gray tints over every surface, we stayed awake.

Until our world was covered in fresh water that reflect light in brilliant blues or Oranges but inside the drops on the window create shadows of moving water along our bodies from the street lights.

We stayed awake to watch them activate the skin, tracing the motions with our fingers over the bodies landscapes until our eyes grow heavy.

slipping into a dream where we do it all again, we stayed awake.

-M

Sunday, February 17, 2013

47/365


Today I was like a house cat. I didn't do much but make cards, read, and relax. After my experiences yesterday I needed some down time. I am still thinking of Manilla a lot and I miss her dearly. I just hope she is adjusting well and getting healthy. 

Tonight I am going to my younger sisters play at Eastern Michigan University called Urine Town. I will post a picture from the night later.

-M

Saturday, February 16, 2013

A Story of Love at First Sight








Yesterday I experienced enough in a 15 minute span to keep me thinking deeply for half of a year. For the sake of your minds and hearts I will speak only to one thing because I feel most comfortable with it and I am not quite finished processing the other events.

I am the kind of person who believes that a lot of what happens in our lives happens for a reason and those things that happen make us ourselves. Yesterday was one of those moments for me. Let me explain...

I drove to Detroit Friday morning to help a dear friend of mine renovate the Manilla Bay Cafe which is in the 4731 Gallery on Grand River. (I do a lot of work there) He was running a little behind schedule, which is fine with me I can get lost in the city taking pictures. When I photograph Detroit I like to enter a lot of abandoned buildings to see the silence, feel the past energies, and imagine what the place was like at its busiest. So driving down Grand River I get this urge to stop at a building I have photographed the outside of before so I turn down a side street and drive up a back ally way to safely park my car. 

Looking up at the sky with hardly a cloud in sight, I know this is going to be a pretty good shooting day. I grabbed my camera from the passenger seat and when I do I realize that to my surprise one of the boards on the building I want to shoot has been removed leaving the inside exposed! This is a part that I will not go in depth with yet but shoot some pictures of the inside of those building and move on to the next.

Feeling a little anxious and thrown off I almost got in my car and drove off but for some reason I moved to the building next to the first to see if I could enter that one too. The chances were pretty slim, but I found a window that was not very big and deciding I could squeeze myself through it because there was a car hood right inside I could land on, put myself inside the building. 

From on top of the hood I start to orient myself with the place, to my right part of the roof is missing so there is a bright beam of light trying to illuminate the whole space. a little forward of the hole in the roof there are two cars torn apart, dusty, and broken, at the front of the building there are two rooms one in each corner with a garage door in the middle with yet another car in between, same condition as the first two. The left side of the building I don't recall much of because of the lack of light and that is when I noticed I was being watched.

Our eyes locked and I froze in my place. Keeping myself calm and speaking in a soft voice I tried to understand the intentions of what I soon realized was a very hungry dog. After speaking it hopped right out of the car to the filthy ground and with energy that could't have existed it put its front paws on the hood trying to get me down. Understanding that it was no harm to me I greeted it with love, thinking to myself 'Shit, I don't have any food!' it greeted me with the same love as I quickly tried to snap shots of the building a squeezed into. 

The dog followed me around while I explored, trying to lick my face every time I kneeled down to take a photograph while wondering how the hell it had gotten into this place if it was so difficult for me to. I came to the realization that taking pictures was not on my priority any more but the health of this dog was at risk and I needed to save her. I took one last shot of the car it was living in with the window just above the hood of the car then put my camera away. I called to the dog, it came right to me. I looked it over discovering that it was a girl and that just about every bone in her body was visible through her skin covered in fur. my heart sank. Such a sweet dog, how could any one let this happen to her?

'Let's get you out of here okay girl?' she looked at me and I moved to the only exit I knew... the small window I crawled through. I climbed onto the hood of the car calling to her, 'Come on girl, come up here' She simply couldn't make the jump. 

'I will have to pick her up' I thought, 'but what if she isn't so sweet when I try to do that?' 

I couldn't let myself over think it. I kneeled down, told her to come to me and picked her up then placed her on the dusty old hood of the car. I told her to stay but she looked at me funny because her feet felt squirrelly on the slippery hood of the car. I too climbed up and picking her up again awkwardly tried to put her out the window without breaking any part of her frail body. I struggled for a minute and finally 'PLOP' she was out the window. 

I prayed she would stay as I forced myself out as fast as I could. To my surprise she stayed like a good girl I told her. We walked back to my car as she sniffed anything she could in the area without leaving my side. Walking up to my car, I knew she would hop in because for how ever long she was in the building her home was a car and those had to be a safe space for her. 

Looking to the floor for food she sniffed around for something to eat. While she was distracted I found a bag of old chips to feed her. Being as starved as she was I didn't want to feed her too much too quickly or she would get sick so I put a couple on the ground and she practically in hailed them as I closed her door and climbed into the drivers seat. I called My buddy from the gallery to explain what happened and ask if she was okay to come inside while we worked. Arriving at the gallery with the thumbs up to bring her inside I was greeted at the door by his father and uncle who had been working since early that morning. They were both glad to see the dog was in good spirits but in their eyes was a great sadness for the condition of her health. 

I explained what had happened not ten minutes before, how I found her and talked about possible plans for her future. As the day progressed with her in the cafe her well mannered attitude and openness to every one she met rubbed off on every one, she wasn't aggressive when I fed her dog food, she was eating, drinking water, her nose was still wet, she has solid stool, her face was adorable, and she was just all around well tempered my buddies uncle, Steve, started to fall for her spark. I knew I couldn't take her home with me but would have if I could so Steve asked if I was okay with him taking her home explaining how he once had dogs, has a 2 acre piece of property for her to play on and was willing to take her to the vet to check her health. 

Delighted that I had saved her life and found her a new loving home my heart filled with warmth but at the same time sadness that she wouldn't be mine, I was honored to know she was going some place the life she had before would never happen again. In about a month or so she should be back to normal size for her breed, Rottweiler, and her age, about a year or a year and a half. We named her Manilla after the cafe and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do walking away from her to go back to Ann Arbor but I know it was for the best. 

There are many ways that I have processed what happened yesterday and there are still many thoughts flooding my head about it but this I know for sure... Some how, Manilla and I came together yesterday. I was meant to save her from that building. There is no way of knowing how much longer she had to live or how or why she was trapped in that building but she and I had a connection.

These are the small moments that allow us to grow and test our strength in life but what gets me is this kind of thing is happening all the time not just in Detroit but all over the world. What we do has an effect on things and that is a perspective that as humans we need to be aware of. Follow what your heart and body are telling you. Who knows what you might find and how that might impact you. Living or not our interactions through life have something to offer us. Big or small, Everyone and everything in the world is connected in some way, dog or human, a life is a life that deserves to be celebrated.




-M


46/365

Yesterday I experienced enough in a 15 minute span to keep me thinking deeply for half of a year. For the sake of your minds and hearts I will speak only to one thing because I feel most comfortable with it and I am not quite finished processing the other events.

I am the kind of person who believes that a lot of what happens in our lives happens for a reason and those things that happen make us ourselves. Yesterday was one of those moments for me. Let me explain...

I drove to Detroit Friday morning to help a dear friend of mine renovate the Manilla Bay Cafe which is in the 4731 Gallery on Grand River. (I do a lot of work there) He was running a little behind schedule, which is fine with me I can get lost in the city taking pictures. When I photograph Detroit I like to enter a lot of abandoned buildings to see the silence, feel the past energies, and imagine what the place was like at its busiest. So driving down Grand River I get this urge to stop at a building I have photographed the outside of before so I turn down a side street and drive up a back ally way to safely park my car. 

Looking up at the sky with hardly a cloud in sight, I know this is going to be a pretty good shooting day. I grabbed my camera from the passenger seat and when I do I realize that to my surprise one of the boards on the building I want to shoot has been removed leaving the inside exposed! This is a part that I will not go in depth with yet but  shoot some pictures of the inside of those building and move on to the next.

Feeling a little anxious and thrown off I almost got in my car and drove off but for some reason I moved to the building next to the first to see if I could enter that one too. The chances were pretty slim, but I found a window that was not very big and deciding I could squeeze myself through it because there was a car hood right inside I could land on, put myself inside the building. 

From on top of the hood I start to orient myself with the place, to my right part of the roof is missing so there is a bright beam of light trying to illuminate the whole space. a little forward of the hole in the roof there are two cars torn apart, dusty, and broken, at the front of the building there are two rooms one in each corner with a garage door in the middle with yet another car in between, same condition as the first two. The left side of the building I don't recall much of because of the lack of light and that is when I noticed I was being watched.

Our eyes locked and I froze in my place. Keeping myself calm and speaking in a soft voice I tried to understand the intentions of what I soon realized was a very hungry dog.  After speaking it hopped right out of the car  to the filthy ground and with energy that could't have existed it put its front paws on the hood trying to get me down. Understanding that it was no harm to me I greeted it with love, thinking to myself 'Shit, I don't have any food!' it greeted me with the same love as I quickly tried to snap shots of the building a squeezed into. 

The dog followed me around while I explored, trying to lick my face every time I kneeled down to take a photograph while wondering how the hell it had gotten into this place if it was so difficult for me to. I came to the realization that taking pictures was not on my priority any more but the health of this dog was at risk and I needed to save her. I took one last shot of the car it was living in with the window just above the hood of the car  then put my camera away. I called to the dog, it came right to me. I looked it over discovering that it was a girl and that just about every bone in her body was visible through her skin covered in fur. my heart sank. Such a sweet dog, how could any one let this happen to her?

'Let's get you out of here okay girl?' she looked at me and I moved to the only exit I knew... the small window I crawled through. I climbed onto the hood of the car calling to her, 'Come on girl, come up here' She simply couldn't make the jump. 

'I will have to pick her up' I thought, 'but what if she isn't so sweet when I try to do that?' 

I couldn't let myself over think it. I kneeled down, told her to come to me and picked her up then placed her on the dusty old hood of the car. I told her to stay but she looked at me funny because her feet felt squirrelly on the slippery hood of the car. I too climbed up and picking her up again awkwardly  tried to put her out the window without breaking any part of her frail body. I struggled for a minute and finally 'PLOP' she was out the window. 

I prayed she would stay as I forced myself out as fast as I could. To my surprise she stayed like a good girl I told her. We walked back to my car as she sniffed anything she could in the area without leaving my side. Walking up to my car, I knew she would hop in because for how ever long she was in the building her home was a car and those had to be a safe space for her.  

Looking to the floor for food she sniffed around for something to eat. While she was distracted I found a bag of old chips to feed her. Being as starved as she was I didn't want to feed her too much too quickly or she would get sick so I put a couple on the ground and she practically in hailed them as I closed her door and climbed into the drivers seat. I called My buddy from the gallery to explain what happened and ask if she was okay to come inside while we worked. Arriving at the gallery with the thumbs up to bring her inside I was greeted at the door by his father and uncle who had been working  since early that morning. They were both glad to see the dog was in good spirits but in their eyes was a great sadness for the condition of her health. 

I explained what had happened not ten minutes before, how I found her and talked about possible plans for her future. As the day progressed with her in the cafe her well mannered attitude and openness to every one she met rubbed off on every one, she wasn't aggressive when I fed her dog food, she was eating, drinking water, her nose was still wet, she has solid stool, her face was adorable, and she was just all around well tempered my buddies uncle, Steve, started to fall for her spark. I knew I couldn't take her home with me but would have if I could so Steve asked if I was okay with him taking her home explaining how he once had dogs, has a 2 acre piece of property for her to play on and was willing to take her to the vet to check her health. 

Delighted that I had saved her life and found her a new loving home my heart filled with warmth but at the same time sadness that she wouldn't be mine, I was honored to know she was going some place the life she had before would never happen again. In about a month or so she should be back to normal size for her breed, Rottweiler, and her age, about a year or a year and a half. We named her Manilla after the cafe and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do walking away from her to go back to Ann Arbor but I know it was for the best. 

There are many ways that I have processed what happened yesterday and there are still many thoughts flooding my head about it but this I know for sure... Some how, Manilla and I came together yesterday. I was meant to save her from that building. There is no way of knowing how much longer she had to live or how or why she was trapped in that building but she and I had a connection.

These are the small moments that allow us to grow and test our strength in life but what gets me is this kind of thing is happening all the time not just in Detroit but all over the world. What we do has an effect on things and that is a perspective that as humans we need to be aware of. Follow what your heart and body are telling you. Who knows what you might find and how that might impact you. Living or not our interactions through life have something to offer us. Big or small, Everyone and everything in the world is connected in some way, dog or human, a life is a life that deserves to be celebrated. 

This is me cutting my thoughts short but I could add so many other thoughts and ideas. With time I will post more on them. Steve, who kindly adopted Manilla into his life, has agreed to keep my updated on her health so with processing thoughts I will update you with photos of her too! The next set of photos will be a series from inside the building and Manilla in her original health but for now here is my photo of the day.

Manilla is in the right side of the picture with her front two paws on the hood of the car which is where I believe she was living and keeping warm. Above the hood is the small window I had to get her and myself out of to safety.



-M



Friday, February 15, 2013

45/365


The feeling is Ali's bedroom is one of my favorites. She has a very distinct style for her decorating and her art has always amazed me. I look forward to incredible things from her!

-M

44/365


Are kids not the most beautiful things you have ever seen?

I can't get enough of them but maybe its just me. For a class I am taking this semester, Empowering Families and Communities, we are required to participate in an internship once a week for two hours. 3 of my classmates and I are interning at the Detroit section of the Head Start program which is funded by the government to improve the safety, nutrition, and early education of preschool aged kids and their families. There are several sites in the Detroit area but I have been  working at one called Bibleway II. Bibleway II has three classrooms of preschoolers who are equally beautiful and full of energy!

In each of the rooms there are at least two facilitators or supervisors, in my room there is Mrs. Williams and Mrs. Hooper both are some of the most dedicated women I have ever seen or met. 

This was the third time I have been to Bibleway II but only my second interaction with the kids there. I brought my camera into the classroom to take some photographs of the kids playing but I knew that having it would be a little distracting. Knowing this going into the classroom I didn't use it until the kids had free time and would be able to try it for them selves.

For me there is nothing more beautiful than seeing the spark in a kids eye when they accomplish something or see something accomplished. Before I let the kids play with my camera  have to explain in their terms what the camera means to me. I start off by asking the kids if they have a favorite toy and how they would feel if that toy was broken or lost. After they respond I tell them this is my favorite toy and I would be very upset if it was broken or lost. After they kind of understand that I show them how to wear it and hold it after that I just make sure they are strong enough to hold it up to take the picture. From there I have to make sure they are sharing and taking turns with one another. 

The most important and amazing aspect of the kids using my camera are their faces when they have taken a photo or see their picture on the screen of the camera. They smile bigger and brighter than I have ever seen. Those smiles and those moments are what keep me inspired. It is a reason to wake up every morning and it is a reason to be happy you are alive. Kids are very intelligent, try not saying no to them but rather teach them something new, maybe something you didn't think they were capable of. The reaction you get from the kid could be very unexpected but powerful for both of you!

-Megan

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

42/365


So I am in a branding and visual identity class for a non profit called Telling It based in Ann Arbor. The program's central focus are at risk youths and they provide a space for kids to express themselves through the arts. They do not advocate for creating a path for the kids but rather for self actualization and empowerment.

That being said in order for us to get the full feeling of Telling It and design them the best logo we attended a session for kids 8-10 years old. Not many kids showed up today because Ann Arbor public schools were closed today for reasons regarding the weather.

We did an activity with the kids involving abstract shapes cut out of construction paper. We started with a piece of colorful paper that we then each took a turn drawing a random line until an abstract shape is made. Once a shape is made we cut them out, arranged a couple of them on another piece of paper and glued them down.

Monday, February 11, 2013

41/365


So I sat there
It took me a half an hour to remember what day it is
and that the bus I was waiting for wasn't going to come for me.

I leaned my head back until
'thud'
it hit the glass behind me.
I let out a sigh and with it
my hands fell to the cold damp bench

'I guess I am trekking it...'







Wednesday, February 6, 2013

37/365



I have nothing but good things to say about this guy right here! I will keep it brief so I don't get all emotional. :P

This is my main man Sam and we met during my Semester in Detroit experience. Sam and I interned for the nonprofit called Neighbors Building Brightmoor on the far west side of Detroit working with kids, playing music and making art all summer. After getting over my shy ways Sam and I quickly developed a relationship that is hard to explain in words but he is cooler than you could even imagine! 

This is a picture of Sam at Heidelberg bar last night with a couple other people from semester in Detroit who I am certain will be highlighted on here in the future. He attacked the jukebox in search of the jams for the crew. If you don't know Sam then you probably don't know behind those glasses is a vision through sound and he is an impressive artist. Not only is he involved in community work but he is one of the most creative people around. If you are intrigued at all check out his project Jack Of All Trades. You will be impressed.

I can honestly say he is one of my best friends and if you don't know him, you should.

36/365



35/365


Identity.
Who am I?
That is a really challenging question to ask yourself at any age but I am convinced that some where deep down inside of us we know the real answer to that question.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Friday, February 1, 2013

Photo UPDATE








31/365


Yesterday was very eventful! One of Mel and I's favorite past times is to go thrifting together for clothes we can use for lookbook or can transform into new better items. This is Melania inspecting some pants that she turns into custom high waisted shorts. 

-M