tivoli 2010

i am trying to make sense of the sense i make. something about 'uninhabited' landscape, language & representation. how images stand-in for 'the real' of experience, memory, place, desire. not necessarily that which is known, rather what is felt. like reading a great novel - the prison - the liberation of interiority. "tell me a story" - use photographs. text is directive, too directive. allow me to tell a story about myself.

NOSTALGIA: the comparative space between now & then. in photos, the then of history. in literature, the then of the fictive. in mind, the then yet to be. & the now? only the earth moving - each individual breath.

thanks, New York Times

you sure do know how to illustrate the obvious. seriously, this is journalism?

Long Island City, under the Queensboro Bridge, 2010

this scene i photographed last week with my cell phone, is a startlingly accurate representation of how living in new york city feels to me. (i'm second in on the right with my back to the camera.)

back in brooklyn

here's an image of johnson, vermont at night. right outside of my former studio. i'm back in the city now, which is - you know - cool. now it is fall. hopefully yr reading this at some point in the future so that won't be true anymore. possible you could be reading this in the past? well i guess now is the past to the former scenario's future - so possibly. no, not really.

here is a photograph i made yesterday. don't think i forgot about the ball. returning city-side on friday. i'm taking all these green things with me.

confused like the state

i was told by a sign on the side of the road a few weeks ago that vermont is the green state. i just googled "vermont's slogan" & "freedom & unity" popped up. these are the kind of notes i take.

digital sketch for, Useless 2010

this is a digital snap shot of a large format picture i made today. while waiting for the light to change & the wind to die down i fought a mighty battle against northern vermont's finest mosquito infantry. there were many casualties, the most painful of which was the truncating of my photographic sojourn.