Exhibition at Franklin Foto, June 2025 I realize it’s been a long time in coming, but work from I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others will finally be seen outside the… Continue reading
With my family, I drove back and forth across the country, almost since birth. I miss that America of then. It was wilder, more uncertain, disconnected, weirder. Each stop on the road had… Continue reading
I’m doubling up with the next segment of I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others, followed up by a second post of recent work. This week, I spotlight the section on… Continue reading
I do not know these words,they exist in my skin,leaking out like I wasborn to sing spite fortime; my feet do not knowtheir direction, butdrive into the dirtwe drive into the dirt,we taking… Continue reading
I am the land and the land is me. I keep coming back to the old places to remind myself that my pieces, my bones, my blood, my sands and salt and winds… Continue reading
Sharp-eyed readers will likely recognize elements incorporated here from earlier incarnations. But this time I’ve got it. Really. I won’t fuss with them anymore. I mean it this time. There is this ideal… Continue reading
I didn’t have children and I’m mostly fine with that. I chose something else. But I like to think that in an alternate universe there is another me who had the babies. The… Continue reading
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
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
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
