Doing bro?
Hey, man!
How, yeah doing?
How are yeah?
Everything's, good?
Could be doing better.
Well I hear yeah.
Just went to, I have my. You're Yam-aka.
Yeah but, I'm not Jewish. I, I know that. But, you went to get the food.
Yeah we still have this thing going on. Something to do with.
Moses, bringing down the "Ten Commandments."
So, there was no fruit today.
Because he brought down the "Ten Commandments." There's no fruit?
There's no fruit. There was no fruit. At the end. Of the last couple of days.
Really?
It's weird. It's like. Having without.
Aye, but, everybody has their own spin on things.
You don't get. What actually. What it means.
Hey losing, losing out, on the fruit.
Beats getting your heart taken out. To make sun the sun came up.
Right, right, right. Know what I mean.
What I do as a found photo man. Is I collect photographs, from all over the states and.
Various, markets, other photo collectors and dealers.
Will contact me. Bring a lot, of photos to me.
And I.
Cerate all that down into...
A distillation that works really good for the...
Creative community here in the Holly Wood area.
So, when you spend. You know
Hours and hours, looking through piles of photos.
And, observing the lives of these people. Kind of flashing before your eyes.
You know. You can enter into your own little world a little bit. Which I probably do.
Particularly on days perhaps when.
I'm.
Spend a lot of time alone. Just with the photos. That may be just as much when I...
see people.
As they pass by.
This little opening. I have here. Is proscenium on that opens. Up In front of me.
When I open the garage door.
And I see this little perspective of the world you know. Hey, man how yeah doing.
It only takes a few.
Seconds for...
suddenly someone to appear, and then.
Disappear, if they don't...
Stop and talk to me and.
Sometimes perhaps you know.
That impression that I get it from actuality.
Can be very, very, close in its experientially to thee.
Experience I'm having with the photos themselves.
In selling the photos my satisfaction comes from.
When I see that a person whom.
Who has.
Creative instinct that may have been a little coriaceous.
Get some kinda re-ignition or a charge. Justice.
It's really why I do it.
Then when people are standing around these buckets together.
And, then there also. There, there is. This common experience.
So it's a very individual, and private, but, yet.
Because we all have it. We're sharing...
need. Some kind of an emotional bond. Even with all these strangers.
You know It's all happening altogether. I'm maybe reading too much into it?
But. I think, that's, what happening there. And I think that's, why people come back.
Time and time, and time again. It's all right.
I just want to spend a few minutes here.
As I look back on them all. I just like.
This, this. This tide of humanity. That just flooded my life.
You know...
and then into the lives of this person. These little tributaries, and all these homes and,
albums, and all these places. So it's really bad that.
You know that I. Take away from the experience. More than any.
One particular thing It's a totality.
Maybe once a year or so.
Someone will approach all my bins.
And.
Having zero connection.
To it as art but, a hundred percent connection to it.
As, as these lost.
Remnants of found people’s lives, and theirs family.
You see them start to cry.
But, Its, It's really. It's, really...
I'll say it affects me to see them.
Get that way. I almost feel bad.
Because you don't mean to spoil. Somebodies Sunday afternoon in the park. You know what I am saying.
Oh my God!
You notice.
I am, I, I, am in the depths of despair here. And, all I wanted to do.
Was come out and get like, you know. Some vintage sandals or, something you know.
That happens.
Maybe I take to many liberties with people's lives. Because I think. Well because.
Some body shot this moment.
And, I bought it, An now it belongs to me.
But, what else can I do? I think it's better than having it thrown in the garbage.
Particularly since when you sometimes can look into the eyes of someone.
Who lived a hundred years ago?
You can see yourself.
It's almost like a little theatre screen here. When I'm sitting inside the garage.
Like I'm in the movies.
You kinda, really reinforces the idea that,
these people.
And, I are all living each others lives. Because I.
I understand their coming from their beginning, and there, going towards their end.
And.
We kinda flick bye each other, every once, in a while.
This is the way, these images come to me in the bins.
That's who I am.
Am the photo man.