Category Archives: New Orleans

In/Visible Borders: Urban Neighborhoods and Representations of Belonging

I just came across this paper written during my first year of graduate school and thought it deserved to be out in the world. It’s a little rough around the edges but continues to feel relevant to San Francisco politics. … Continue reading

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No Place Like Home on SFMOMA’s Open Space

“No Place Like Home:  Design and Architecture in post-Katrina New Orleans” responds to Eric Heiman’s discussion of beauty and utility through an examination of the rebuilding projects of the Make It Right Foundation and Habitat for Humanity’s Musician’s Village. The … Continue reading

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A thesis in pictures

As a Visual and Critical Studies student I am constantly being reminded by my advisors to use the visual as an anchor in which to discuss the critical and theoretical issues my thesis addresses:  race, whiteness, mobility, place, space, home, … Continue reading

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Homesick: The Search for Belonging in New Orleans’ Landscape of Loss

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Visual and Critical Studies Thesis Symposium 2009

Saturday April 4, 2009 10-5 p.m. Timken Lecture Hall, CCA San Francisco Panel 1:  REVEALING CURRENTS Rory Padeken, Collecting Chance: Snapshots of Memory in Tacita Dean’s FLOH Jen Banta, What is the Mystery? Abstraction and the Path of Self-Enlightenment in … Continue reading

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Wandering Home, the introduction from Homesick: The Search for Belonging in New Orleans’ Landscape of Loss

The ride West from Tallahassee, Florida was a blur. A heavy tropical storm was directly over head and on the horizon was a gathering of ominous grey, green clouds, interrupted only by the pounding of heavy raindrops against the windshield. … Continue reading

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