Archives for "December, 2017"

Dec 31, 2017

DREAMS


Process shot from a matchbox art piece I made for a special friend named Buster. Time to plant those seeds, and watch them grow in 2018. #dreambig

Dec 30, 2017

YES YOU CAN… HAVE A PINK KITCHEN


Today is my birthday, and so I wanted to share with you a view – not of some sidewalk spill or passing outfit choice – but one that is part of my daily life. The place I cry into my coffee, down antioxidants, make curry, smile at the shape of cut open cabbage, and snag bites of hummus to stay alive. The box art piece I actually live in…

Our kitchen falls perfectly inside the “relationship corner” of the Feng Shui Bagua that MORE

Dec 29, 2017

FISH LEGS


With my man, his guitar, and my favorite leggings. He sneaked in this snap. #lifeisgood

Dec 28, 2017

DOLCE VITA


A wall I found in Florence, as though dripping with the dark communications that would soon be coming my way…. to tell me that what I thought would be my future neighborhood, would never manifest that way. Betrayal and broken hearts would get in the way. And still, through it all, isn’t this pained wall a masterpiece, and isn’t my heart… #lifeisart #iamenough

Dec 26, 2017

TRAILER TREASURES


Discussing my street photography shooting process. Still from a documentary project with Joe Nardelli & Nathalie Michel.  

Dec 25, 2017

TRASH OR TREASURE


It’s always the right day to find beauty in the unlikely place, to shift perspective, and to ask what might in fact be a gift, instead of trash. May your year ahead be filled with beauty finding sight and all the magic that flows from there. “Sherry in Florence” by filmmaker Nathalie Michel. A staging of my miniatures along the Arno.  

Dec 24, 2017

HIDING HYDRANT


My print “Hydrant”, hiding at an event, like a contemporary Christmas Tree. Bread for presents. I’ll take it.  

Dec 23, 2017

THE PALE PLASTIC GIRL


She didn’t play with her toys so much as she ordered them to quiet her mind.
Born under stars that begged her to be a rooted tree
She would traverse decades before the land would give her a steady plot
Upon which to become one.
Upon which the yellow cast of her interior could splinter through
The hazy costume that her rootless state had made normal to her.
She’d been circling a plush and ready throne for years
Like a sick cat told to wait for the permission to pounce naturally
And to assume her role.

She’d been bruised by a rinse and repeat life of holding up stark mirrors MORE

Dec 22, 2017

GOING GOAL-LESS


Holidays are practically compulsory time-outs, like training wheels we seem to never grow out of needing. They knock us over the head with the sensible: people we love deserve our time, roses are meant to be stopped for and admired, special dresses are meant to be unearthed and worn; life is meant to be honored. Sometimes I wonder if we stress out most, over common sense. Featured here is a process shot from a matchbox piece I made for a woman named Susan. Stretch and be merry, everyone!

Dec 21, 2017

GLITTER ME


Throwback to a time when I wore yellow glitter under my eyes every day. One of the many releases from the “but that’s my trademark” that the inner quiet of time puts to rest with fond smiles and new horizons of content. I still sparkle, without having to shout about it. And sometimes I still do shout, but I pick and choose the when, and more importantly, the why. #bewhoyouare

Dec 20, 2017

EVEN TEXACO


As though even Texaco knew my rage, and cut it open to show me the light that passes through, no matter what I feel, and no matter what is true… Found at a run-down station in Massachusetts.

Dec 19, 2017

FOR SOME, IT’S THE SUBSTRATE


For some, it’s the image, for others, it’s the substrate! Observers of my prints at a show I did in collaboration with printing giant MMT called EYES WIDE NY in Chelsea.  

Dec 18, 2017

THE ICE OF MY UPBRINGING


Visiting home…

Dec 17, 2017

JELLYFISH


Crosswalk shot from my CLOSER SIDEWALK collection.

Dec 16, 2017

MORBIDO


A wall from my CLOSER FLORENCE collection.

Dec 15, 2017

SAME GRIT


When I get down to the “grit” of any city, I find it holds more in common with every other city than it does differentiation. Spills, graffiti, scrapes, tape… we’re one big ant hill. Showcasing minis from my A CLOSER NY collection before the Ponte Vecchio in Florence.

Dec 13, 2017

PAC MAN


Even the street, needs to eat… Shot on Elizabeth Street in Nolita.  

Dec 12, 2017

WHAT LIES BENEATH. ME.


Whether I like it or not, these layers will have to peel from me now, and I am committed to helping them… so I can breathe again without coughing and hold family in mind without pain. I serve no one by burying my shine. I just have to learn how to let it stay.

Dec 11, 2017

CEE


From the “ACS” on a Chelsea dumpster. American Disposal Systems… they can uplift.

Dec 10, 2017

WET UN


#beautyeverywhere