30 January 2009

'in the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.'

webster, ny - january 2009

'he who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self, and looks on everything with an impartial eye.'

- buddha

29 January 2009

'how happy is the blameless vestals lot!
the world forgetting, by the world forgot
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.'

parties last weekend - syracuse, ny

28 January 2009

(pieces of a zine i made with my friend meg a while back)

'i raise my hands to heaven of curiosity
i don't know what to ask for

what has it got for me?

the others say we're hiding
it's as forward as can be
some things i do for money

some things i do for free'

alli rough edit - january 2009
'in that most precious
instant, i shall take all words that ever were,
or weren't, or could, or couldn't be, and in
mad armfuls, not bouquets, i'll smother you in them.
oh god, how i love you, i choke with love, i
stumble in madness, tread a fiery region
where reason is consumed, i love you beyond
the limits that love sets himself, i love,
i love.'

- spoken by cyrano in the play 'cyrano de bergerac' by edmond rostand

just arrived via post: the reason i will not sleep tonight.

27 January 2009

new work
the beautifully ethereal jessica ginsberg (part I)
january 2009

26 January 2009

georgia o'keeffe
as photographed by her husband, photographer alfred stieglitz

had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half-light,
i would spread the cloths under your feet:
but i, being poor, have only my dreams;
i have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

- 'he wishes for the cloths of heaven' by william butler yeats

24 January 2009

when you realize how perfect everything is
you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky
irondequoit, ny - january 2008

'I live alone, entirely alone. I never speak to anyone, never; I receive nothing, I give nothing… When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the fiends. You let events flow past; suddenly you see people pop up who speak and who go away, you plunge into stories without beginning or end: you make a terrible witness. But in compensation, one misses nothing, no improbability or, story too tall to be believed in cafes.'

- excerpt from 'nausea' by jean-paul sartre.

(i ordered this book about a week ago online after i couldnt find it in any bookstores around here. i really long to read it, im growing a bit impatient)

23 January 2009

syracuse, ny - fall 2007
the knife - marble house

(it is my feeling that the knife should be listened to in a dark room with people you like. listening to the knife is a new spiritual awakening/revival each and every time)

'paris je t'aime'
stills from some of my favourite scenes

(the cinematography in this movie is so beautiful)

22 January 2009

caleb + josh
syracuse, ny - january 2008

by natasha klimchuk

21 January 2009

take my hand & we'll absorb the silence together

(the moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a
blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably
magnificent world in itself.-henrymiller)

20 January 2009

today was a good learning day classwise & otherwise.

in my south asian art history class our professor made a really relevant point about photography that i hadn't really ever explicitly linked. that point was that with the rise of photography came the rise of darker scenes of reality - famine, poverty, etc. she showed us this photograph above of the madras famine in the late 19th century taken by willoughby hooper. its a really powerful image that really acts as a call to action. she also made a good point about poverty that i thought was really insightful, saying that famine is a visible message that there is poor policy in the land as the land that should be used to help feed the poor is being allocated to different areas - namely for the economic benefit of those in power.

19 January 2009

my grandfather, dziadzi
read this: our world may be a giant hologram

'According to Craig Hogan, a physicist at the Fermilab particle physics lab in Batavia, Illinois, GEO600 has stumbled upon the fundamental limit of space-time - the point where space-time stops behaving like the smooth continuum Einstein described and instead dissolves into "grains", just as a newspaper photograph dissolves into dots as you zoom in..."If the GEO600 result is what I suspect it is, then we are all living in a giant cosmic hologram."'

(possible proof that its all a beautiful illusion, but we knew it all along)
'my thought is me: that is why i cannot stop thinking. i exist because i think i cannot keep from thinking.'

- jean-paul sartre, 20th century french philosopher

from now on we'll talk only in whispers
rochester, ny - march 2008

18 January 2009

past adventures
syracuse, ny - march 2008

barry park - syracuse, ny

17 January 2009

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

'somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond' by ee cummings

christmas eve mass
holy trinity church
webster, ny - december 2008

(the first two are my favourite. and thats my grandpa in the bottom one)