TRACIE WILLIAMS
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My gravity defying sister, Annie.

My gravity defying sister, Annie.

We didn’t meet until she was 3-years old because during that time, I was living on the other side of the globe and it was extremely expensive to fly. She’s full of sass and has an impeccable memory for faces and names. We enjoy singing together when noone else is around and sometimes we belt out the chords so loud our ears begin to bleed. 

Heart is where the home is.

Heart is where the home is.

My home is found with close friends and loving family. It is also found in various corners of the earth. Needing to start somewhere with my thesis project, I began photographing my neighbourhood in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

With my mother as my travelling companion, we began researching the atomic history of New Mexico. I also travelled to Jacksonville, Florida to spend time with my father and three younger siblings. I call these two places home for different reasons.

Living abroad for over a decade made it difficult to maintain these relationships I hold dear; missing scraped knees, first words and failing hearts. Through the process of image-making, I have been able to reconnect with my family in deep and profound ways. 

Quick on the uptake.

Quick on the uptake.

My brother Jack is a Lego Master Extraordinaire, a technical guru and as my grandmother would say, “quick on the uptake.” He’s extremely clever and I know that someday his wit will surpass mine. We’ve known each other since he was a baby. My dad nominated my oldest brother Bobby and I as godparents to him and his twin brother Randy. I travelled 30 straight hours to be there for their baptism. The airline lost my luggage. 

Realities are relative.

Realities are relative.

Its an extremely strange and awkward feeling when you discover that the thing that you’ve taken for granted for so many years to be true, is actually a parallel truth or in some circumstances not true at all. Humans are inquisitive by nature, yet more often than not, we fail to question our own realities. Perspective comes with time and distance.

Chasing young love I found myself in Melbourne, Australia in the beginning of 2001. This was fully endorsed by my parents who have always believed in pursuing such risky endeavours of the heart. The ideals of positive thinking and that anything is possible were drilled into my brain.

Australia was a strange place to become acclimated. Although things were hauntingly similar, there were oddities. Everyday banking accounts were called savings accounts, their liberal party was the equivalent to our Republican party and then there was the cheese. Cheddar cheese to be more precise. That bright orange colour that I was accustomed to at home, did not exist among the supermarket shelves that I scoured so viciously. Nor did the name Cheddar. It was three months before I made the connection that Aussies did not call this cheese cheddar at all, but referred to it alone by its severity of sharpness - Mild, Tasty, and Extra Tasty

Randy and the ice goggles.

Randy and the ice goggles.

Randy is the youngest of the three. Sometimes he guides me through his intricate dance routines in the oil stained driveway. He’s the best booty shaker in five counties. Mom and I have these hard-core laughing fits where each giggle encourages the next causing tears to erupt, bellies to ache, and cheek muscles to cramp. Randy and I have these same fits. 

"Attack Warning” – Short Film. Running time, 2:35 Brooklyn, NY | 2014

This was my first attempt at bridging the two creative worlds I found myself in: documentary and fine art. The inspiration was drawn from my experiences photographing the Occupy Wall Street movement, as well as a direct response to a court case that was taking place at the time involving a female bodied protester who was charged with assaulting a male bodied officer. Her claim: self defence. She testified in court that while attempting to clear an area of protesters, the male bodied police officer lifted her from behind and in doing so grabbed her right breast. As a knee-jerk reaction, she inadvertently elbowed him in the eye. I began to think about the intimacy of protest situations, the expectations and roles played by both protesters and police, the hierarchy of power, and the fine line between violence and sex and pleasure and pain. When creating this piece I worked with footage from my archives, appropriated imagery from the internet, and backed it with “Two Hearts in ¾ Time”, a track by the infallible masters of sound collage – The Avalanches.

My gravity defying sister, Annie.

We didn’t meet until she was 3-years old because during that time, I was living on the other side of the globe and it was extremely expensive to fly. She’s full of sass and has an impeccable memory for faces and names. We enjoy singing together when noone else is around and sometimes we belt out the chords so loud our ears begin to bleed. 

Heart is where the home is.

My home is found with close friends and loving family. It is also found in various corners of the earth. Needing to start somewhere with my thesis project, I began photographing my neighbourhood in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

With my mother as my travelling companion, we began researching the atomic history of New Mexico. I also travelled to Jacksonville, Florida to spend time with my father and three younger siblings. I call these two places home for different reasons.

Living abroad for over a decade made it difficult to maintain these relationships I hold dear; missing scraped knees, first words and failing hearts. Through the process of image-making, I have been able to reconnect with my family in deep and profound ways. 

Quick on the uptake.

My brother Jack is a Lego Master Extraordinaire, a technical guru and as my grandmother would say, “quick on the uptake.” He’s extremely clever and I know that someday his wit will surpass mine. We’ve known each other since he was a baby. My dad nominated my oldest brother Bobby and I as godparents to him and his twin brother Randy. I travelled 30 straight hours to be there for their baptism. The airline lost my luggage. 

Realities are relative.

Its an extremely strange and awkward feeling when you discover that the thing that you’ve taken for granted for so many years to be true, is actually a parallel truth or in some circumstances not true at all. Humans are inquisitive by nature, yet more often than not, we fail to question our own realities. Perspective comes with time and distance.

Chasing young love I found myself in Melbourne, Australia in the beginning of 2001. This was fully endorsed by my parents who have always believed in pursuing such risky endeavours of the heart. The ideals of positive thinking and that anything is possible were drilled into my brain.

Australia was a strange place to become acclimated. Although things were hauntingly similar, there were oddities. Everyday banking accounts were called savings accounts, their liberal party was the equivalent to our Republican party and then there was the cheese. Cheddar cheese to be more precise. That bright orange colour that I was accustomed to at home, did not exist among the supermarket shelves that I scoured so viciously. Nor did the name Cheddar. It was three months before I made the connection that Aussies did not call this cheese cheddar at all, but referred to it alone by its severity of sharpness - Mild, Tasty, and Extra Tasty

Randy and the ice goggles.

Randy is the youngest of the three. Sometimes he guides me through his intricate dance routines in the oil stained driveway. He’s the best booty shaker in five counties. Mom and I have these hard-core laughing fits where each giggle encourages the next causing tears to erupt, bellies to ache, and cheek muscles to cramp. Randy and I have these same fits. 

"Attack Warning” – Short Film. Running time, 2:35 Brooklyn, NY | 2014

This was my first attempt at bridging the two creative worlds I found myself in: documentary and fine art. The inspiration was drawn from my experiences photographing the Occupy Wall Street movement, as well as a direct response to a court case that was taking place at the time involving a female bodied protester who was charged with assaulting a male bodied officer. Her claim: self defence. She testified in court that while attempting to clear an area of protesters, the male bodied police officer lifted her from behind and in doing so grabbed her right breast. As a knee-jerk reaction, she inadvertently elbowed him in the eye. I began to think about the intimacy of protest situations, the expectations and roles played by both protesters and police, the hierarchy of power, and the fine line between violence and sex and pleasure and pain. When creating this piece I worked with footage from my archives, appropriated imagery from the internet, and backed it with “Two Hearts in ¾ Time”, a track by the infallible masters of sound collage – The Avalanches.

My gravity defying sister, Annie.
Heart is where the home is.
Quick on the uptake.
Realities are relative.
Randy and the ice goggles.
"Attack Warning” – Short Film. Running time, 2:35 Brooklyn, NY | 2014