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This web page douglandreth.blogspot.com states the following, "Check out my new Workshops website! After a very successful workshop in Napa last June, David Volkamer my associate and partner in Landreth Workshops, and I are scheduling more workshops for the coming months." We saw that the webpage said " Ill be hosting a 2 day intensive seminar on my fine art imaging techniques in Seattle on August 20th and 21st." It also said " You can find more information on the workshops at the Landreth Workshop. Website, or you can click Seattle Workshop. To download the informational pdf."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
When I was eight years old, I had a blast programming in AppleSoft. Also, I wanted to be a teacher.
A photograph remains as is. Or, does it? We do know now that memories degrade, that when we remember something repeatedly, the most recent memory is actually a memory of the second most recent memory, not a memory of the actual source event. Self-portrait in a bathroom mirror.
Friday, July 4, 2008. Poetry of the 1970s part 2.
Friday, September 21, 2007. What this film does is endorse my rage, pure and simple. Is about the murder of IWW activist Frank Little in Butte, Montana in 1917. And why they did it. And what else they did. What does it mean? An Injury to One. Somehow transcends the despair that is intrinsic to its story.
Monday, April 20, 2009. Oceans floating in the sky with melted faces and screaming thighs. Traces of naked backs and silent eyes. He stares through the windows in the sand reminiscing images through an inverted telescope of chewed bubble gum. Voices staining the transcendent sighs and embroidered time. He walks after whispers of unborn corpse. Shadows of blooming obsession and drifting bubbles of broken cries. Firestorms of mortal soles untangled footprints of albino nights. His burden is the ground.