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
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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
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
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