Monday, January 11, 2016

Friday, May 10, 2013

Tootlege (Or, In Transit)

"In Transit" (a grid of my subway photographs) will be on view in Wide Open 4 at the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition from May 11 - June 16.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Today (Or, Kangaroos, Sequins, Chocolate Sodas!)

Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day.  "Today" by Frank O'Hara is my choice this year.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Color, Film, Wander (Or, One Big, Long Toot)

Here's one big, long toot of my own horn about some upcoming and past shows, etc.
"I'm Not Sure", "She's Not Me", and "Self-Portrait as Nan Goldin" are on view in COLOR at the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition from July 28 - August 19, 2012.

"Pink Stag Party" is on view in Art of Instagram at the Los Angeles Center for Digital Art from July 14 - August 19, 2012.

 "Self-Portrait in a Concave Cell Phone" and "18 Hours in Buenos Aires" were shown at the Downtown Film Festival Preview at the Los Angeles Center for Digital Art on June 14, 2012.

"Yokohama Chinatown" and "You Are Here" were on view in Wanderlust at the 1650 Gallery in Los Angeles from June 2 - July 6, 2012.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Sad Stuff Baby This Evening (Or, Summer's Gone)

RIP Donna disco-obsessed childhood would have not been the same without you.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Is That A Poem In Your Pocket? (or, e.e.)

Today is Poem In Your Pocket DayI've mentioned this day before, so here goes my selection for my virtual pocket this year: e.e. cummings' "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond".  Yes, it is used to great effect in Hannah and Her Sisters...and yes, it's so high school it hurts.  However, the last stanza of this poem is just...undeniable.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands