IWNHM/IWNHO: Bone
I am the land and the land is me. I keep coming back to the old places to remind myself that my pieces, my bones, my blood, my sands and salt and winds… Continue reading
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IWNHM/IWNHO: Native
I’m leapfrogging over the next two sections of the book, whizzing past thoughts of identity and of isolation, mostly because regular readers have seen these on multiple occasions while I worked through a… Continue reading
IWNHM/IWNHO: Womb
I didn’t have children and I’m mostly fine with that. I chose something else. But I like to think that in an alternate universe there is another me who had the babies. The… Continue reading
Reading is Sexy!
And looking at photo books is sexier! If I haven’t been posting as much lately, it isn’t because I haven’t been creating new work. The Portland Gig has now been published and is… Continue reading
Last Night I Dreamt of San Pedro
It’s a matter of debate whether Madonna was really singing about the town on Ambergris Caye in Belize, but that’s the rumor. Taking a break from I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not… Continue reading
Between The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea
I would be lying if I said I don’t think about death a lot in a random-cloud-floating-by sort of way, but I’m in no way a danger to myself or others (for some… Continue reading
The Other Universe
At the age of 15, I decided that I wanted to be an artist and never looked back (much). I started out in documentary photography, street photography, people, any small thing that caught… Continue reading
The Road is a Second Skin
Continuing on from my last post, here is a large part of the source material for the new series of images… From the time I was a baby, my family and I road… Continue reading
Evolutionary Road
I know I kept saying this time it’s different, that I’ll get it together and start writing again like a writer should write; that I’ll start producing work on a regular basis again.… Continue reading
Seven Days of the Black and White
I’ve been thinking lately of the idea that when, in the whole scope of human experience, an artist chooses to train focus on a slice of that experience, it confers an importance, something… Continue reading