8.28.2006

UCLA art

Click here to explore some of my art from my three years in UCLA's art school (2003-2006) and some of 12th grade (2002).

UCLA art mosaic
UCLA art mosaic- 2

Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn



- “A few years ago… many young people of this country… made an ingenuous and disorganized effort to escape from captivity but ultimately failed, because they were unable to find the bars of the cage. If you can’t discover what’s keeping you in, the will to get out soon becomes confused and ineffectual.” –p.25
- “Once you listen to the voice of Mother Culture humming in the background, telling her story over and over again to the people of your culture, you’ll never stop being conscious of it. Wherever you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be tempted to say to the people around you, ‘How can you listen to this stuff and not recognize it for what it is?’ And if you do this, people will look at you oddly and wonder what the devil you’re talking about.” – p.37
- “Perhaps the flaw in man is this: that he doesn’t know how he ought to live.” – p. 89
- “The Takers are those who know good and evil, and the Leavers are those who live in the hands of the gods.” – p. 229
- “The premise of the Taker story is the world belongs to man… the premise of the Leaver story is man belongs to the world… everything that ever lived belonged to the world--- and that’s how things came to be this way.” – p. 239
- “Man’s place is to be the first without being the last… to figure out how it’s possible to see that there were two trees in the garden… and then to make room for… and maybe to be teacher of all the rest who are capable of becoming what he’s become. People need something positive to work for. They need a vision of the world and of themselves that inspires them.” – p. 244
- “The story of Genesis must be reversed. First, Cain must stop murdering Abel. The Leavers are the endangered species most critical to the world because they alone can show the destroyers of the world that there is no one right way to live. You must relinquish the idea that you know who should live and who should die on this planet. What you do is teach a hundred what I’ve taught you, and inspire them each to teach a hundred.” – p. 248

8.27.2006

Healing- week 2

healing- week 2- mosaic

Click here to view a slideshow of some week 2 photos.
If you don't have flash, then click here to view the photos on Flickr. (well, view Flickr photos anyhow, as some didn't make it into the slideshow, i.e. photos of my head-staples!)

8.24.2006

Photojournalism Portfolio

PJ portfolio mosaic

Click here to view a slideshow of my Portfolio.
If you don't have flash, then click here to view my Portfolio on Flickr.

8.21.2006

comparison of self-perception




- top= alive in a Utah cavern, from late July
- bottom= at my parents' home after the fall (ATF), drawn with left hand but the same markers

homebound- 2 weeks


















8.19.2006

happy healing!

A quick summation of my days (updated daily-ish)

- Aug 7= the accident. Doctors worked on me all the way until 2 AM. 53 stitches on my face, staples in my head, and both wrists broken.
- Aug 8= Bishop hospital; parents drove up from Southern California, and Sierra Challengers visited
- Aug 9= driven back down to West LA hospital by emergency vehicle. Brian and Karla visit
- Aug 10= first food in mouth (previously “fed” by IV), and sent home with parents

- Aug 11= I’m back outside again! Romping in the backyard. Glenn visits. Doctor’s visit pronunciation: surgery to the right arm when I get perhaps surgery to my jaw and/or face. Left arm in a cast. make a photo for first time since accident

- Aug 12= opened the door for myself today! Co-opers Pa, Oibaf, Fish, She-Fish, Craig, Jam, Vido visit and Mace comes home.

- Aug 13= I walk my farthest thus far: an old night-walk route. Ate my first solids since the accident, too.

- Aug 14= I bike! My mom freaks out. Stitches removed. Giau, Thao, Tien, and Elvira visit. I feed myself, enter and exit the house, and consume non-liquids regularly

- Aug 15= arrange my surgery, renovated a shirt for my huge cast-covered arms, decorated and cleaned room, start art-making, start picking my own scabs, haircut!

- Aug 16= jaw doc visit (there's an "incomplete fracture" of my jaw, so no jaw surgery! and 2 chipped teeth but otherwise fine), ate lunch at restaurant ("welcome back to civilization" says dad), visits by Ron and Alexander, meditation ultimatum issued by dad/mom

- Aug 17= I skateboard! surgery day; drugged up and knocked out for a stainless steel plate, 2 screws, and 4 pins in my right wrist, first emotional break-down since fall (I think because of the surgery drugs; stemming from my mom dissing my art background)

- Aug 18= walked a longer distance (to my middle school), skateboard out the furthest distance thus far, mom issues "no skateboarding until cast-free" dictum, started reading Muir's "My First Summer in the Sierra (thanks Eric for the book!), renewed leg-exercises (yay ballet!), lecture by dad on love versus my career (or lack thereof), much napping (one 5 AM pain pill for post-surgery arm pain effectively knocked me out for most of the day), dug up a pair of (broken) old glasses and saw the stars for the first time since accident! (reminding self why I used to want to be an astronaut!)

- Aug 19= renovated another shirt, cleansed my own face for the first time (took my dad as much time to pack for Taiwan as for me to cleanse!), effectively opened all of my mail by myself, beginning searching online for fall photo-j ops, grandpa left the Earth today (so dad took off to Taiwan for familial duties; it could have been me leaving the Earth; thankful yet again for life); slept in a car for first time since fall

- Aug 20= went to center, was in position to see sun rise and climbed my highest hill for first time since the fall (STF), experienced emotional deep pondering on said hill (my Mesa), and fully understand why I (and so many others) love heights: it just makes everything in the mind so lucid, and the world so beautiful, visited some of the first places I ever made black-and-white photos, and a place I thought I'd said "goodbye" to 2 months ago (reaffirming my discovery that goodbyes are rarely permanent), decided on a plan (also while on the hill) for the future (it's complicated and wonderful; I'm excited to start acting on it!); climbed up 5-ft stone wall, hiked to Loraine trailhead (but Helios beat me, so trail tomorrow!), first earrings, jeans, and unrenovated tee STF; wiggled right hand fingers (typing/stabbing keyboard helps)!

- Aug 21= successful morning hike up Colby Trail, but right arm hurt for rest of day from the pounding descent (though I went slowly and softly); head staples removed!; ate a bowl of peanuts; successful first draft of new photo-j cover letter; discovered the difficulties of dancing with lack of lower arm bendiness (but rocked out to music nonetheless); further, difficulties (impossibility?) tumbling in grass under current conditions

8.15.2006

The Fall (from Giraud Peak)



Less than 300 feet away from the summit of Giraud Peak, I reached up for a hold on the rock, only to have it tumble down, leaving my hands uselessly grappling at thin air and ragged rock, my booted feet slipping out over empty air. My mind flashes, “This can’t be happening” as I look down, viewing only rock and ice several feet below me, my ears filled with the sound of whooshing air and my climbing partner Ron bellowing, “No!”

According to Ron, I free-falled about 30 feet, then hit the snow, losing consciousness, rolling down another 100 feet of snow, then 150 feet of rock. I don’t know what happened between the fall and the helicopter; the rest of this memory is formed from the stories of my fellow Sierra Challengers, my heroes. After running over and determining me amazingly alive, the group split: Glenn, Ron, David, Rick, and Robert (who turned out to be a doctor) stayed with me, while Eric ran down to LeConte Ranger Station and Bob sprinted back to Bishop Pass in hopes of contacting search and rescue (SAR), both doing an incredible job of gaining their destination but neither achieving their goal, finally Tom finding the group then calling Monique, who was at Bishop Pass, then finding a hiker with a cell phone who called SAR.

“Joyce, the helicopter’s here,” Glenn says to me. In a few minutes, everyone is shouting, “We’re here!” then exclaiming, “What? It didn’t see us?” After a half hour or so of worrisome grumbling, they spot the helicopter returning; the SAR team saw David waving about the shiny silver space blanket. Everyone helps load me onto an inflatable mattress to drag me across the snow to the helicopter, since where we were was too treacherous to land the helicopter. I was afraid of falling off the mattress but didn’t make any comment, since I figure SAR knew their stuff. And the rest is a tale of hospitalization, love, visits, and healing.

I have just so much gratitude… thanks so much to the Sierra Challengers for dealing so well with such a crazy tough situation, and essentially, for saving my life! Thanks also to SAR, all of the people in the Bishop, West LA, and other hospitals for taking such great care of me. Thanks to all of my visitors and well-wishers for keeping me happy and making my mouth the first to heal by keeping me smiling and talking. Finally, huge thanks to my parents for housing, feeding, cleansing, and otherwise keeping me alive! Yay life!
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More accounts:
- Rick Kent’s photos
- Bob Burd's photos
- Eric Lee
- David Wright
- Robert Golomb
- Jeff Dhungana
- Bob Burd
- Summitpost Sierra Challenge forum
- NPS

8.13.2006

San Francisco

the AEJMC Reporter crew






here's our online paper

a mass email I sent out mid-experience:
hi ho, humans!

an SF artist is compiling a web gallery of objects people would take with them, in the event of a disaster (by the way, there was a tiny earthquake here, yesterday!). looks like a cool project; pitch in with your submission here:

http://sfacgallery.org/photoblog.fsp

i haven't submitted yet. still thinking (probably my camera, though. maybe my journal, or bag of journals).

san francisco, by the way, is a dream-nightmare. i don't like being in the seething too-fast city again, not sleeping directly under the stars while touching the earth, not being in charge of my own schedule (what schedule?), etc. nonetheless, working as a pj (photojournalist) again is pretty cool; i never notice getting into the mindset of constantly searching for "wildart" and thinking as a photojournalist until i rest from it... then get back in again. so immediate. it's wonderful.

but SF. weather is crappy. i miss the warmth of utah (no jacket all day!); here it's so foggy! having people all over the place is annoying (i miss the thoughtful solitude of nature, driving alone, etc). nonetheless, there's something nice about meeting new people, dancing with strangers, etc. and the city is alive! there's always something going on (and i get to cover it!) yesterday, i ran around the hotel all day on assignment, taking a morning excursion to chinatown to stock up on incredible vegetables at amazing prices (mmm and i missed tofu so much! sooo good). nighttime wandering around, found myself in a protest against bush! (previous nighttime wandering landed me in a pro baseball game, and at the bay!) sweeeet. today was a pure wildart day (that was my "assignment"!), jogging in the morning, accidentally landing myself in a "bad" part of town (the grungy part of town is ridiculously close to the posh area), then finding myself in a noontime concert at the park, a crafts bazaar, a bus adventure, random romp through such ridiculous shops as louis vitton, an evening jazz concert, an art-making party that makes me miss our college parties, and now off to shoot another party (for the bigwigs)! awesome enjoying the lovely people, ie searching for veggies, random old man tellling me to "stop searching, and go eat at yee's" then a conversation with another random old man at the bus stop, advising me to check out the nightlife, aghast at my age, "you are under 21 and just graduated from college? you've got to be a genius!" well no, but... sure.

AEJMC is a group of journalism educators, mostly bigwigs with such namesakes as Ph.D, directors, execs, etc all running around all over the place. spoke with one dean of education at a journalism program and a few grad students, and they brought up an idea i've never seriously thought of before: grad school. they see me as potential for communications, journalism, photography, etc studies. it sounds fascinating, fun, useful, etc. maybe for me? but almost everyone says wing it a few years before doing it, if i do do it. (therefore, i'm doing the right thing right now. yay bumming!)

must finish morning captioning, then get out and start shooting again. yay! have a wonderful day!
in the city of love, bikes, concrete, and fog
joyce


...four days in said city, and I am satisfied with none of these photos. My excuse? The memory card with The Joyce SanFran Photo is somewhere in the Sierras, buried in snow.

Highlights of SF would definitely be the people--- the art parties, meeting the random SM man (and other people) on the streets, travelling to Twin Peaks at an ungodly hour with ShaSha and the gang, freedom romping, "accidental" stumblings of concerts, candy, and more, and ecstatic discoveries, such as the SF Bike Kitchen.

SF was wonderful. But give me the Milky Way and a colorful night music or give me city lights and a slow death of over-populated messiness? :)

Cabbage



he travelled with me for over a month, experiencing nearly everything I went through, including racuous nights with drunken RedCliff boys, a slow stripping in all of Utah's National (and otherwise) Parks, thousands of miles in Poseidon, a dip in the Pacific, dancing with San Francisco maids, and then sitting with various other goods in a bear-safe in the Sierras, finally rolling to a rest in a refrigerator awaiting my mum's gentle knife. conclusion: cabbages live long and colorful lives.