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my dream became waking life.




sitting in a darkened room, watching nan goldin's photos blur & fade into one another, i found myself feeling the same mixture of deep sadness & intense awe.



i was amazed that everyone else in the museum could walk from photo to photo with such objective, detached expressions. i sat on the floor in tears.

Comments

[theknife.livejournal.com]

those are so beautiful and heartbreaking.

[srl.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you. I didn't know any of goldin's work before.

[externaltext.livejournal.com]

yo where did you see those??

[tomface.livejournal.com]

i wrote a paper on nan goldin last year. i love her photos. she's had a crazy life. didn't she actually used to live right in central square on pleasant street?

[mala106.livejournal.com]

she did live on pleasant street. she also lived in her brother's harvard dorm room and on beacon hill.