A Medium Everyday

04302014  Oil pastels, rubber cement, and a torn magazine from a Book Stop Dumpster with Jon.


I began a project dialing random telephone numbers beginning with area code 512. I asked whomever answered the phone to describe either their best anecdote, a life-changing decision, a childhood memory or simply speak to me about what they were doing at the time. …

Jon felt like he was drowning and “Even if I had extra fingers to wave for help, no one would see me…I’m dead.”


Jon considered himself irreversibly depressed and unusually open.  I didn’t have to coax Jon into speaking more, however, I’m confident with promises and secrets.


People get lost out there.



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on and I spoke for six hours and then I took a nap.

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