Hoar
This is the second of four small bodies of work, continuing on from Murderess. Of course, I know that after the murderess, should come the whore. You’ve got to love the English language. … Continue reading
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Murderess
Some albums are LPs, some are EPs. I’m not quite in a place where I can launch into the next big thing, but something needs to be done with all these concepts that… Continue reading
Dune Pondering
Note from somewhere on Highway 101… So, with my year’s project done way ahead of schedule, I have to ask myself, what now? What new rabbit do I pull out of the hat?… Continue reading
Way Back Machine: Morocco
“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst” Henri Cartier-Bresson I got my first camera when I was 7 years old. I took my first photography class when I was 16. I’m dancing ever closer… Continue reading
Dearest Constellation
Nature abhors a straight line. I had originally planned a trip into the Alvord Desert in far southeast Oregon to gather the last bit of material for Cantrip and Loveletter. However, impassable roads… Continue reading
White Noise
I was going to call this The Unbearable Whiteness of Being, but I hear Milan Kundera is easy to piss off and I kinda like his work, so I refrained from the truly… Continue reading
Way Back Machine: China and Tibet
What a difference twenty years can make. While sifting through the photo files for a talk I was planning on Tibet, I was struck by how far I’ve come in all this time.… Continue reading
Hot Earth on Earth Action!
Live nude verbal imagery? It was Earth Day when I started writing this – I couldn’t resist. I am growing closer to having the images complete for Cantrip and Loveletter. As previously mentioned, I’m using… Continue reading
Satyr vs. Naiad
I don’t think I look anything like a goat, but I certainly began to feel like one this weekend. Taking advantage of the sunshiny day, I rode off to one of my favorite watering… Continue reading
Ghosts of the Mid-Century
Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms. – Sherlock Holmes Abstract Expressionism was a hard sell for me. Philosophically, I totally get it. But my tastes run more in line with… Continue reading