Lillypads.

Lillypads, 2012

Digital Output, Processed

progenitor.

fading colors. scattered leaves. sharp air. crisp sky. 

and it is that same familiar feeling. 

welcome to my world, fall. 

Untitled 84

Untitled 84
Diptychs
Digital Output,
Processed 2012

paths.

Digital Output,
Processed 2012

No more fiction for us, we calculate;
but that we may calculate,
we had to create fiction first.
-Nietzsche 

reconstruction.

 

Reconstruction, 2012

Digital Output, 

Processed

diptychs

Processed, Black & White

...

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture in the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep see, and music in its roars.
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, from which i steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.

comfort.

home. 

lazy weekend.

ginger lemon tilapia with rice.

the sterile soil.

Digital Output, 2012

there are these campaigns of wheat,

streets light with iphones and bills are forgiven.

people of plastic speak to the city - 

can you help me find a post-modern author? 

noise, with the promise to serenade - 

all is old and all is new in this fictitious space, 

lets travel through the atmosphere of the city. 

sparkle in the sky

echoes and ripples.

intersecting circles.

Digital Output, 2012

she was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts

she said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars

so if i ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar

to think of them all alone in the dark...

-'classic cars', bright eyes

measures

Measures, 2012
Triptych
Digital Output, Processed. 

Oh, wont you stay? We'll put on the day, and talk in present tenses. -Jone Mitchell

Sanity.

Digital processed, 2012

Sweet things

mutual trust.

i see you and i like you and i feel you
moments these are only passages of the consistencies of desires
i have you i admire you i trust you.

they used to tell me that you will be my best friend
and i will feel the most secure in the saddle.
i guess they were right.

freedom

Tagore. Enough Said.

I am Restless...

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!” 
― Rabindranath Tagore

Imagination

Digital Output, processed
2012

Unresolved Prayers

Unresolved Prayers, 2011
Gelatin Silver Prints, processed

sometimes comfort food is absolutely a necessity.

homemade chicken chili & garlic/cilantro biscuits

rainy day, much?

rain and protest.

March 2012

Candle Light Vigil, Tower Grove Park

Digital Output, processed.

nostalgia

of a past life...

sundays.

Digital Output, 2012.

folding laundry
listening to "pretty girl from Chile"
oh Avett Brothers, on a chilly spring day.

an escape artist of sorts.

From Afar, 2011
Gelatin Silver Print

intuition.

Intuition, 2011

Gelatin Silver Processed 

Next to what?

Digital output, processed
2012

girl scouts, inc.

thin mints, 2012
digital output

just waitin on the sun
waitin on the moon...
-the head and the heart

Man with the swagger.