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Jason Jaworski  ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘โœŒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ Books & Things @sskpress๐Ÿ˜˜ Available ๐Ÿ’ธ @momaps1 @dashwood_books @bookdummypress @printedmatterinc @openingceremony ๐Ÿ’Œstudio@jason-jaworski.com๐Ÿ’Œ

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It's been over a week, but I wanted to thank all the fans, friends & family who came by the #LAABF ๐Ÿค— Together we raised more than $1,200 at the @sskpress booth to be donated to benefit the @lidehaiti children, the @aclu_nationwide, as well as the ongoing legal fund for those at #StandingRock ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ It's always a funny feeling to put your all into something, to work tirelessly at it, from day to night and to then pass that object off into the hands of a stranger ๐Ÿƒ Regardless of the reaction, to see it always warms my heart. ๐Ÿ‚ I've never had much monetarily, and honestly it was only a few years ago that I can remember having to decide between eating a meal or buying a book; I can still remember days wandering Geary, Henry, Canal, Alameda or Wilshire, all streets from separate cities I went hungry in, and while it's true I'm a fat kid at heart so I'm always hungry, I've never felt poor, even when an ATM blinked back at me a negative amount of money, even when pretending to be a bus boy, lying that I was clearing people's plates when really I was eating their leftovers, from playing a harmonica & typing stories for people in a subway station for spare change or taking tossed out bananas from the fruit stand on Clinton & Grand... I think about it all, sleeping on random roofs or floors of different friend's apartments back then, the shame of poverty, though present but always being able to be walked off due to the blessing by being near you- to everyone & anyone who has ever helped, listened, loved or left me, there's too many to list but you know who you are, I want to thank you for making me feel like the richest person in the world, and not just then, but now as well. I always end up saying something silly like there are no words to describe my feelings after using a shit ton of them, but I guess that's the beauty of constructing a contradiction. Anyway, I'm pretty sure no one reads down this far anyway, but if you do- thank you too ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ For those that weren't able to get a copy of the books at the fair before I ran out, @oogaboogastore & @dashwood_books @dashwoodzines will have a small amount soon, from which 100% of my personal proceeds will be donated ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒ’๐Ÿ˜˜

๐Ÿค— So excited to have copies of my new #photobook INSHALLAH (โ€ซุฅู† ุดุงุก ุงู„ู„ู‡โ€ฌโ€Žโ€Ž) at #LAABF ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ‘ Recently nominated for the @mack_books #FirstBookAward, this is my most personal body of work, a meditation / dedication to the memory of an older brother I never had & a nephew I never knew, both lost due to complications of miscarriage ๐ŸŒ— Produced in a book dummy edition of 25 just for the fair, each book is accented w/ charcoal, pastel and mud made from Saharan sand, all hand-bound to resemble copies of the Quran I came across in the Sahara ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ Come get the goodies upstairs in the #FocusPhotography Section @sskpress F22 ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ

#LA! ๐Ÿ’Ž Come on by Booth F22 upstairs in the #FocusPhotography Section at @mocalosangeles for the opening preview of @printedmatterinc's #LAABF โœจ Open today, 2/23 from 6-9pm ๐Ÿค—

Watching #mydinnerwithandre for the nth time earlier today, every now and then my eyes wandering outside the window toward a crowd of clouds looking like curlews. Rain has fallen for the past couple days here, a deluge fitting for the passing of a #presidentsday for someone whoโ€™s #notmypresident. Months ago on a bus driving through the country just after the election, weeping to a photo by @goldbergjim writing โ€œwhat do I tell my children.โ€ I think of my father and what he'll tell me, I think of the daughter not yet born moving around in the belly of my friend's wife: what world will she open her eyes to? I think of my friends, all of those lost, those that have died and those killing themselves. I think of my sister; my mother. I look out the window -black- not a star in sight. At times, driving through wilderness feels like floating; now: falling. I think of all the secrets I wrote on scrap paper, buried in the Sahara, all the things I was too scared to tell you, that I don't miss you, that I need to keep running from who I am, that there's never been a moment when I didn't love you but I still can't figure out the distance between us. I remember as kids we used to play in the hills, cross over the border to Mexico. Do you remember that? I think of Mallarmรฉ writing to Cazalis in 1867 about how "these last months have been terrifying." Richard Hugo writing about โ€œfires lost in dawnโ€ & โ€œwisdom waiting in Dubuque.โ€ Where was it though? I was there on White St- I saw no wisdom, just wandering: people like pearls popped out their shells, scattered about on sidewalks while streetlights wandered in a meandering kelvin a few shades warmer than the moonlight. After the last two years, losing family, friends, as well as their children, the thought is: what now? Not even 2 months into 2017 and Iโ€™m reminded more than ever of a cab driver I talked to in Denver, our conversation about his daughter having asked after the election if America was great now? Asking, if this country is great, why do people spit on me at school? Why the stares? I asked how old she was: 5. โ€œThe sad thing,โ€ he said through a winced smile, โ€œis itโ€™s not just my story but the story of many.โ€ โœจ๐Ÿ–คโœจ

Thanks so much to everyone who came out to the show last night & for helping to raise money for @lidehaiti, can't tell you how grateful I am โœจ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโœจ
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#NYC! ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿผ TODAY - Come out to ADWAZ & SAK PASร‰, an installation & book launch of work I made in Haiti ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น All proceeds go to benefit @lidehaiti โœจ Thanks @rainnwilson @holidayreinhorn @kathrynjanene & @davidchoe ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ Free snacks, drinks & drank - 36 Cooper Sq. @bookdummypress 2-6pm, use the buzzer to get in โœŒ๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜˜โœจ

A little after 10am, no sleep, been working all night on my installation that's opening later today. Lots of emotions from going through all the work, remembering all the kids from Haiti and the tragedy that came upon us while leaving. Back in #NY, surrounded by the same streets from years ago although decorated with different stores and strangers. I've never not loved this city. Sleeping on the floor of a tenement, listening to the radiators chatter and grind their teeth, passing heat as a draft of cool air comes in through the slit of a screen window behind me. I close my eyes and drift off into different months from this past year: the rain in the Sahara, droplets the size of silver dollars, wisps of snow drift in the Dakotas, birds hovering above the roadway, sun low & road long, smokestacks in the distance, driving endlessly toward a starless sky emblazoned with different fragments of smog tinctured by the setting sun, moving forward, always moving forward. I think of my friends, my family. I see their faces for a moment, hold them in my eyes before opening them: nighttime in Nebraska. Driving past the Great Plains & Sand Hills south of the Badlands. Eventually the sun rises, #JohnPrine's voice comes on through the radio and I think of my sister and how much I've missed her. Countless cloud formations drift on as different architecture built upon separate streets of sky. And I've never felt as lost as I did in days that feel like years ago but in reality were only a week past their present. Still sifting through my time at #StandingRock, searching through different corridors of memory, seeing all the people I canโ€™t forget lost to the ones I'm trying to remember. And no matter how many sunsets in the southwest I seem to see they never cease to seize me. Looking at a photograph on a wall now in NY of a similar sun captured in #Haiti, I can't help but be grateful for everything & everyone on that trip, making me all the more excited to show you the work I made in my short time there ๐Ÿ’• Hope you can come out today ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ I'll be donating all my proceeds to @lidehaiti โœจ 36 Cooper Sq @bookdummypress 2-6pm although I'll probably be there later ๐Ÿ˜˜

#NY! Come out to the opening of my newest show ADWAZ & SAK PASร‰, an installation / book launch / performance THIS Saturday, Dec. 17th at @bookdummypress in the old Village Voice building in Cooper Sq! Featuring a wall installation & table display consisting of over 100 combined photographs, prints, objects, tools and studio ephemera, along with a series of polaroids & artist books made in #Haiti w/ buddy @davidchoe ๐Ÿ‘ฌ I'll be making #books & #zines from 2-6PM, all handmade, only 25 available with collaged print cut-outs, hand painted text, a unique polaroid for each book & more! The exhibition is a culmination of work I created while teaching at-risk kids part of @lidehaiti organized by @rainnwilson @holidayreinhorn & @kathrynjanene โœจ Some real talk- yeah I'm a sensitive dude, if you know me you know it doesn't take much to make me feel something, but my experience teaching at #Lidรจ was beyond anything. The warmth, vibrancy & color of culture in Haiti combined with teaching art to all the wonderful kids there really touched my heart. I believe in what they're doing so much that I'll be donating my entire portion of the proceeds for the show directly to the Lidรจ Foundation ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ I hope you can come see the show and support a great cause! There's also gonna be free drinks & snacks so even if you don't like what's up at least your belly will be filled ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ’•โœจ

They say history is just news from awhile ago, that time changes it from a moment or memory into an enduring emblem of consequence or action. Lately I've been wondering about both: the consequence of action / inaction, and the global globule that is time: 5:09AM now at Standing Rock, Oceti Sakowin Camp, North Dakota. My third morning here, venturing into the unknown with no expectations or hopes but those to help. Snow falling like the shavings of a cloud. The roads have disappeared into a landscape of speckled sky: a complete whiteout. And to think of time as only time and place as only place as so explicitly acknowledged by Chris Marker in the beginning of Sans Soleil, I can't help but feel lost in both time and place, moving through the morass and molasses of memory, listening to Rufus Harley's Moon River while attempting to protect another- all the little details from the road around me: cars overturned and spun out on the edges of white highway, tears shared with a stranger at an REI in Salt Lake City, a glitter of dew around me last morning, children on sleighs laughing, a bottle of water next to my pillow frozen over to ice from the cold, and all those trails of breath visible & moving around in a sign language I've yet to decipher. The landscape: an ocean of flats and plains the color of mercury w/ fingers of grass pushing past the frost, rivulets of road and veins of asphalt colliding, and the immutable immense air of prayer all around. Laying in an auditorium full of strangers who've come together from different parts of a country they once defended, there's a strange melancholy and simultaneously strong resolve. I've never been surrounded by so many poets before. Everywhere there's a prayer. #NODAPL #WaterIsLife #mniwiconi #StandingRock

Flying into a sunrise on my last day in #Haiti and staring into a new one in Utah just yesterday, thereโ€™s something to be said about a migration of time, of memory. How can I be in a place as beautiful as this and think of nothing else but of somewhere I once was? To think of everything I've lost, everything I have and everything I still wish to give; everything I'm willing to lose, and everything I'm lucky enough to enjoy. Mapou, Souvenance, Guerot, Guilot, St. Jean, Terre Des Negres- every place moving through me and my mindโ€™s memory. Flying above Atlanta, the speckled face of the States is dotted with different roads, crops, pathways & brush. Walking now, however many miles through Kolob, Zion and Bryce, driving even more through Cedar City, St George, Panguitch, Springdale; those lightning storms in a Nevada night, rain pelting down in sheets and a road stretching onward endless like some ribbon of black dotted with plastic prisms reflecting refractions of car light all around. I think of all the stars in Utah glistening, marked and manmade trails overgrown amongst others, all the flora and fauna, their mysteries: sagebrush, juniper, manzanita, lilac, sego lily, desert phlox, bristlecone pines & ponderosas. Jackrabbits in the distance, moths knocking out some morse code melody on my window trying to get closer to the bulbs of light in my room, Belle barking in the car, that lone soul in an ice cream parlor in Vegas, and the peregrine floating against a cloudless sky in Bryce. Back in LA for a few days before leaving again, always leaving but never arriving, my path like a body of water dotted with islands of memory and persons Iโ€™m lucky enough to stop at. For all the recent ones and everything else, I must thank @kathrynjanene @rainnwilson @holidayreinhorn @davidchoe & everyone at @lidehaiti ๐Ÿ˜˜ To all the girls I was lucky enough to meet & teach art to, for those who said theyโ€™ve never felt beautiful before until holding a picture of themselves, youโ€™ve taught me more than I possibly couldโ€™ve taught you; every moment with you, every memory, Iโ€™ll cherish for the rest of whatever bit of time I have left, I love you ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโœจ

I seem to miss everything lately. Walking underneath a sky hued rose & blue seeming like one big chandelier, stars glistening like jewels, satellites moving slowly, almost imperceptible, while a cortรจge of planes passes by distant. I put my headphones on: Eno & his golden hours, a dreaming moon magnetic, some wind in the rigging from a young marble giant. The track changes: Nina Simone is whispering to me, singing about stars & things she didn't mean to say much the same way I am now; lost on a path I wandered into, on a mountain somewhere in Terre Des Negres in #Haiti, riding in the back of a truck on the way to Guerot, looking out a window in Souvenance, smiling at strangers in Bayonรจ, in Tripo, in Guilot. Telling myself that if I could affect one person it would be enough, while lightning flashed off in the distance during daylight; afternoons on the roof of the @lidehaiti house w/ Babygirl ๐Ÿ•, watching clouds collide together- mammatus, cirrus, cumulus. I think of the boy I was before all this decades ago, the man I'll never be, and everyone everywhere thinking of something else. I think of every road I've been on since, time turning into distance and in 3200mi or so I'll be back in California after countless more traveling to Haiti & within its arteries. I think of everything I have to bear, Nina still singing about how thereโ€™s nothing there. Crying out the window of a plane praying for every soul I met, landing in Atlanta- still not home; even in LA- still not home. Driving through desert now, the Mojave moving by me; thinking of John, singing about whoโ€™ll stop the rain, a notification on my phone twice the other day with death tolls coming in from #HurricaneMatthew, numbers rising as the water did. Little details flood in: the bridge, now collapsed, that we took from Port-au-Prince to Gonaรฏves, rain falling far off & away and on that last day a herd of hurricane clouds colliding w/ one another in the distance, looking like islands or continents from some distant planet. Memory more than anything seems to move me. For all the recent ones & everything else, I must thank @kathrynjanene @rainnwilson @holidayreinhorn @davidchoe & everyone at @lidehaiti ๐Ÿ’•

Thanks so much to everyone that came out to the signing and the fair, I love all of you!! ๐Ÿ‘ฏ Thanks @momaps1 @printedmatterinc @bookdummypress for having me, I love you too ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜ Hope everyone's safe out there ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’• โ€ข ๐Ÿ“ธ: @bookdummypress #NYABF #NYABF2016 #NYABF16

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