Failing upward
How i spend my sunsets now that it's warming up. Learning something new. Something I can't fake.
Roof top
It’s always a battle
against gravity.
things not put away
a middle toe found
between the pruning sheers and the center of the earth.
When someone falls,
faints,
has a heart attack,
is punched out in the ring,
their heart is broken…
first thing
get them up.
if they can only stand
gravity can be fooled,
misled
not notice the break in resistance
a prone body flaunts
It knows
We know it knows
we need to forget
if you can only stand
how close to gravity’s clutches we are
how precarious the balance
stars can’t escape
we can be forgiven
we are only made of stars
Set Sail
Experiments
Experiments in perception and consumption.
Story of the nomad
He came to town infrequently but his visits were well remembered. He traveled light, with just the one small leather bag. Inside were his instruments, it was these that they remembered. After an elaborate set up he would create a small image of astounding beauty. This he would trade for a meal and a bed for the night, then be on his way in the morning.
He would return a few seasons or years later. His small images, notes from a different time, on the walls and in frames in the taverns and pubs.
Grand remembrances would follow, free drinks and back slaps.
Really, you must tell us of your exotic adventures.
Then a story of two.
Near the end of the night he would produce a new image for them from the delicate instruments before retiring to the room his wandering had led him to that night.
It was uncommon at the time to sign in when staying at a hotel. After he had not reappeared for a few seasons or years, no one knew his name.
Editing the unedited
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Flowering
Flowers are the pretty things we walk past, put on caskets, pin to lapels chill, cut and trade. over the course of a few weeks i shot all these flowers in the shadow of downtown Los Angeles, as everyone kept coming and going. For the show I paired the photos with obituaries found in the LA Times, day the photos were taken.
The waiting... is the hardest part
It's uncomfortable, physically, mentally, emotionally. Sunrise is easier, as the day brightens and warms (mostly). Also there's the time, when you don't know if you should be where you are, if the light will turn out, if the clouds will move just the right way. Away from the camera timing is important as well, waiting for the right time, not waiting, to move, to buy, to start or end or carry on, waiting for the right moment to present itself.