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
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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
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
Feverfew and Darkness
Find what you love, and let it kill you… If I try to cook in a bad mood, you’ll taste it in my meal. Trying to create art when my mind is full of darkness sounds… Continue reading
Into the Void
And just as the sun must keep on seeking the west, everything you love, will always be leaving… Notes from the last day of March, 2014, somewhere along Highway 14, Washington: It should… Continue reading
Goodbye Blue Sky
Just a few images of clouds taken while dodging raindrops and one of the finished poems from the new body of work which now has the working title of Cantrip and Loveletter… August… Continue reading
brið
Tattooed inside my upper left arm, easy to see as needed, is a single word tucked into waves, brið. Partly because I’m a bit of a language geek and partly because of a silly… Continue reading