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
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Imposter Syndrome
As I have recently said, the past couple of years had me thinking about my life, work (the stuff I do for money), work (the art I do that brings no money), my… Continue reading
Not Quite In Defense of Big Cities
In my wild and misspent youth, I imagined traveling the great cities. Growing up in the big vibe of 70’s San Francisco, my dreams of adventure stood upon the classics like New York,… 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
Kicking Into Chaos
As simple an act as opening the eyes. Merely coming into things by degrees… – Way Out West, Amiri Baraka Years ago, I was traveling through China with some other artists and we stopped along… Continue reading
More Songs About Gear and Sand
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark, at home with the ghosts in the national parks… What can I say? Spring is hard upon us and it’s time to hit the road again in earnest… Continue reading
Back With An Artistic Vengence
Writer’s block sucks. Whatever the photographic equivalent of writer’s block is, sucks. I’ve been floating in the muddy, uninspired waters of various blocks for the past few months and have finally emerged with new work… Continue reading
The View From Ophelia
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal… Continue reading
Bodhairim
The Unnamed Unicorn Project finally has a name. Bodhairim, the Gaelic word for “I deafen” is where I landed when doing a little etymological digging for something that could encompass what I was… Continue reading
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