The Day I Accidently Talked With the Cat
It wasn’t the day I was talking to myself in the presence of the cat. It wasn’t the day I talked at the cat. It was the day the cat meowed and I… Continue reading
It wasn’t the day I was talking to myself in the presence of the cat. It wasn’t the day I talked at the cat. It was the day the cat meowed and I… Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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
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
“For the listener who listens in snow…” I’m not sure that artists really have down time. I can take a vacation from work-the-thing-that-pays-the-bills, but I can’t not be an artist. Still, I try… Continue reading
“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