Erin's Artwork, Lazy Friday Edition

I feel guilty for treating y'all like a captive audience and forcing you to look at some art I added to my website, but not so guilty that I'm not going to do it. Mostly it's because I am lazy and don't feel like digging up a real post. No wait, strike that -- it's because these photographs are so AMAZING and INCREDIBLE that I felt I would be doing you a disservice to withhold them. Even I didn't believe that. Whatever. I'm posting them anyway.

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These images are from a series of large format photographs I did on my home town Texarkana, a wee settlement at the corner of Texas, Arkansas and Louisiana. Shocking, given the name.

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Texarkana is a funny place. Like any small hometown, it has more than its fair share of a provincial mindset. I found myself bursting at the seams by the ripe old age of 15, grown too big for all those little ideas.

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Or so I thought. Once gone, I was surprised by how very much I missed driving the lonely highways at night, with no one except for the armadillos and opossums to witness my attempts to break the sound barrier in my battered Mazda 626.

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And, trite though it may be to write this, I miss hauling our little red wagon full of cow bones around the levees of our family farm more than I ever thought possible.

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I kind of hate that I was so cynical about home when I was there, but I suppose that is the teenage condition. And I suppose nostalgia is the adult equivalent, because home is not a real place; it's a state of being that dissipates along with acne and adolescence.

Holy crap, that was way too heavy for a Friday.

Go see some more pictures from this series here if you dare.

Have a super weekend, y'all!