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Alterations

The spring season welcomes altered states.

Old Staples

Sweet little ditty from my old friend Anne! A nice visit tonight.
It's been a long long time since we've seen one another
...I don't like maple anymore. The rest is pretty much the same.
Funny how time can give perspective on the little things.

Good morning is a ridiculous statement

Every AM, January 2008.

A Suggestion

Bumper cars should be set up at all workplaces. Perhaps it would ease some of the stress when payroll companies choose to close the door without notice. ...(ahem Axium payroll anyone?)

My family is riding in these cars on this particular day. It was great to see them! I live too far away and miss them all very much.

Tapping into the Void

Reality is just a group hunch. I think I heard that from Lily Tomlin.

form follows the followed form

I've been missing this. Posting stuff.
Been working a lot and watching some movies in between sleep and general functioning.
I watched a doc on Bukowski recently and his notion of dismissing some rule-sets was inspiring to me....not his vices, but his commitment to his own way of thinking. I admire people who take risks with their own voice. Those voices are what keeps my professional work interesting and my own unwork alive. I miss this. I miss you. I need to keep this little simple sketchpad going to keep my own little voice alive. Practice. That's what keeps it interesting.

A Dress for All Occassions

I want to fly like this. I often wonder if I brought them a cup of coffee...if they'd let me go up there...hang myself up onto a hanger and go...but then I watch the single dresses get caught like that last one and it doesn't seem so appealing. Still. I want to.

Us

When us and them collide with ourselves...

Who I am

And what I do.

Quiet calm

I had the camera hidden during this morning commute.
The ultimate recording came on.

Remote Control

It's good to get out of my contrived edit space and see the world once in awhile.

Life is right here

Gaining perspective from complete strangers is not something to underestimate. Again, I am using this surveillance camera on this commute and I am curious about how, when I put it on at first, I felt as though I was armed with a weapon of sorts, but as I started to use it, it became less like a tool and more like I was able to reach further than I could've imagined.

Mad Science

My pasta led me to realize how relationships can be so very complicated.

Pressure

...and push...breathe...and.

Fireflies for Ferd

I hesitate sometimes when I think of posting a piece. It's always frightening to do this. ...Fear of judgment and whatnot. But sometimes something erupts and reminds me of  how fragile our life can be. Every moment should be cherished. No matter how much we try to deny it, we're all going to fade. I found fireflies outside of my bedroom window last night. I've never seen them there. This is for Ferd. He died yesterday. PS. If you don't see them in the circles, then adjust your monitor and don't blink. They go by fast. Like life.

An evening of spontaneity

A moment of unexpected visitors. I don't have them very often at all.
When in doubt. I grab the Fantastik.

Stabilize the vapors

Eat plenty of water. Drink plenty of fiber. Chew plenty of air. Breathe all the words. Exercise while you sleep. Rest a little. Repeat as necessary.

Thank you Shannon for one of the loops in the sound mix.

I'll Try Anything

You name it, I've tried it. And now I can add Botox to the list. Amen.
...Whatever.

Huh. New York.

Penn Station on Tuesday afternoon.

If you were my pillow

A kiss.

It all happens around corners

I walked into this little arcade in Los Angeles' Chinatown where this was happening live.
I had to shoot from the hip so as not to disturb the situation. It's hard to tell because of the shot, but they were performing this while sitting in those seats. Sometimes the juxtapositions (I swore I would never use that word in reference to anything. ever. oh well) are alarmingly sweet tasting. Made me feel like an inconspicuous sensory licker.

Brooklyn Snow Storm

Brooklyn, New York.
Outside my kitchen window.
Sunday, February 12, 2006.
3:30pm until 4pm.
Drums: Robin Russell Drumtrack ©2006 BMI

Happy Shabu

One of my favorite places to go is at Happy Shabu (now closed unfortunately). Kari and Torsten enjoyed the video projections of Cher on the wall as well as the food. I couldn't resist tweaking the moment a bit in the edit so it's not quite exactly as it was...

Orange Love

Flowers are in bloom everywhere now.
I can't help but do this to one of the orange ones. (Takes a little bit of time to load this one.)

Sugar Noodles

Cakes in a custard shop window in Chinatown.
Topped with fruit and decorations that look like noodles.
Can't beat that.

silver city

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I usually dream about images that I want to make. But this time, I keep dreaming of this light that I captured. Silver light. This is the train that I usually take into the city from Brooklyn. On this ride, it was about to rain. Perhaps 5 or 6 in the evening. The light was remarkable.

January 27

A little gift for today.

Dearest Geraldine

A woman just called me. She meant to call a pharmacy.
We talked for 15 minutes. I stayed on the phone with her because as soon as I told her it was the wrong number, she paused and then asked me this:
"You ever had Shingles?" Why on earth would I not want to hear a bit more from her?! And thank goodness I told her my name so I could hear it many times. Sound is tough and so are the lower 3rds. Such is life. Sometimes reality has some technical glitches in it. ...and shingles too apparently.

Discovering the Half Floor

Eben and I reveal what's hidden underneath the floor.

Tergiversation

I finally saw a word in print that I thought I had to memorize for no reason. Out of the thousands of words that I studied for my SATs, the word Tergiversation really got to me. I argued for the past 20 years (almost) that it was the most pointless test on the planet and that I had to remember such insignificant words as this. Well. I found it. Used by one of the most poignant writers at this moment in time. Jose Saramago uses it in his most recent book "Seeing." When I read the word in print I felt this elation like there was some sort of end to a conundrum in my life. I became that much more enamored by this writer and I fell into the words. Then I sent it to Shannon to help me to take it to yet another level of understanding by asking him to create the sound on this piece. Morse code is a perfect reference.

Decisive Moments

Another photographer for me to stalk for a moment. ...Like this one I followed in Central Park. This time, it's like they aren't there. Nothing stops around them, but there is a very clear room that they appear to be in to me. Invisible walls. We're good at having those in our pockets for quick release. Those decisive triggers. Life isn't the same once it's been recorded.

Trinkets Deserve the Attention

It's that time of year to see the window displays on 5th Avenue in New York. They're quite phenomenal. It seems like a challenge to shoot in the city sometimes since everyone is doing the same, so when I get a slightly different take than most I am happy. Seems that I was there right when the finishing touches were being made. I appreciate the care and craft so it was nice to see a face attached to the project for a minute. Magic made out of stuff.

the setup

It's challenging to fight my tripod in my 90 degree, incredibly humid, apartment.
Sometimes the warm up seems more interesting.
And not the story I thought I was going to tell.

Private Screening

Life. You just never know.

I just ended up here

Looking through the camera is relaxing. I often hold it open and play with finding a frame and think. Sometimes I record. Sometimes not. If I feel uneasy about something, I pick it up to sooth myself and find a world to fall into. So. Here I was. Zoning out on the train. Enjoying the irony of the reflection of the leaves on my book "On Seeing: Things Seen, Unseen, and Obscene." I got stuck in that horribly small elevator today. The one at work. Life is absurd.