Archives for "November, 2016"

Nov 19, 2016

HOW I ANGLE THE MIRROR, IS UP TO ME


I know that when we’re approaching 20, what’s considered “profound” or “groundbreaking” may only be mildly, either of those things. We have a naively stocked repertoire of comparisons to run with at that time, after all…

Take FRAME 10. This is from a contact sheet from my college b&w darkroom class.

If I were someone else, producing one of those cliché-filled feeds or coffee table books we all know so well, I might say this lone rearview mirror I snapped from my parents’ car one cold Vermont day speaks to: “The things I can’t see right before me, when I’m dwelling in the past.”

But I’m not about to say that. MORE

Nov 19, 2016

STRENGTH IS


A still from “THE DAD BOX”. Life is a tree swing, until it becomes harder to swing… Strength is pure heart inside of compromised form, an unruly pull on limbs, and dopamine levels outside of one’s control. Strength is my Dad. #parkinsons

Nov 19, 2016

STUFFED CONSOLATION


To the canned buffalo meat of me.
To my consumption.
To the stuffed bears and all other far cries from the real thing
That I’ve let console me.
To the rituals of reverence I have neglected.
To the native software inside me crying out for external shrouds… MORE

Nov 12, 2016

CALLING MARS


I’m not sure if I’m from Venus or Pluto… but will you take my call anyway? Photo by Sydnie Michele & Stephen Salmieri. #acceptyourself

Nov 12, 2016

HADES HANDS


HADES HANDS. Taking my post-it list, out for a spin. Hummus and coffee, mangoes and parsley. All agendas innocent, still live through the darker shades of day…

Nov 7, 2016

LADY OF THE WATERFRONT


Feeling blue escape route: Find the layout of old rowboats or some mushroom on a tree, beautiful. Your mere noticing, curates your freedom. The shape of that moment, is your gift to yourself.

Nov 5, 2016

THE THINGS I SAW, AROUND THE THINGS I DIDN’T


Why not pick your teeth of the region’s finest sardines, before hopping that plane. Before returning to our building, to our bed, and to me lying there in it… to finally tell me: You were in love with another her.

What’s a little New Yorker by the water, when you’re about to kill her. MORE

Nov 5, 2016

EVERY LIVING PHOTO DESERVES A SKELETON


Me at Flixel’s Cinemagraph Conference at the Time Warner MediaLab this week… CLICK TO PLAY MORE