IWNHM/IWNHO: Freedom/Adulting
I don’t feel like an adult. Maybe now? When I was young, I lusted after the freedom that would come with being an adult. In some ways, it feels like my generation has… Continue reading
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Happy/Forgiveness
Continuing from the last post, here is the next installment of I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. “Sooner or later in life, everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but… 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
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
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
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
Tree and Swash
Put your dreams away for now I won’t see you for some time I am lost in my mind I get lost in my mind… This weekend, I retreated to the coast to… Continue reading
Symbolism Lost and Found
“Who drinks the wine Should take the dregs; even in the bitter lees and sediment New discovery may lie. The deer in that beautiful place lay down their bones: I must wear mine.”… Continue reading