31 December 2010













/ meg, past fall in new york 2010

28 December 2010

27 December 2010

everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free.


/ ralph waldo emerson

26 December 2010


















/ "innocence of courteous intentions" by rafal olbinski

24 December 2010














/ made a shirt today out of an old skirt
i miss sewing, got to kidnap my dressform to brooklyn


















/ meg+i, taken by meg mclaughlin, syracuse 2009
we will be reunited in a couple days in our homeland, just like old times!


/ video of the lunar eclipse/winter solstice the morning of 21 december

23 December 2010


















/ hope, II by gustav klimt 1907-1908

20 December 2010


























































/ stills from 'total eclipse of the heart' music video by bonnie tyler
in honor of the lunar eclipse/winter solstice happening early tomorrow morning

a good article about what's happening in the sky from science daily: here

18 December 2010













/ jeena + mj, july 2009 syracuse ny
nostalgic for my old work lately













/ light cuts
brooklyn ny 16 december 2010 via phone
it was written in the stars
what was written in the stars shall be
it was written in the skies
that the heart and not the eyes shall see

and so whether it bring joy
whether it bring woe
it shall be done
now suddenly I know
you are the one

here as in a daydream
by my side you stand
here with my tomorrows
in your hands

it was written high above
that I have to have your love
or i'll never be free
and cloudy though the day be
crazy though I may be
what the stars foretold shall be

here as in a daydream
by my side you stand
here with my tomorrows
in your hands

it was written high above
that I have to have your love
or i'll never be free
and cloudy though the day be
crazy though I may be
what the stars foretold shall be

and so shall it be...







16 December 2010
























/ jérémie egry
'every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.'


/ ts eliot, master


oh man, words can't even begin to say how beautiful this looks

14 December 2010














/ walking to work this morning, first real snow of the season in new york!

13 December 2010














/ morning birds in brooklyn fly circles
via camera phone, beautiful sight to wake up to

12 December 2010























































/ beautiful science
top, eclipse of the sun 1860; explaining how the rainbow; plant diagram by eugen johann christoph esper 1829














henry ossawa tanner/ annunciation, 1898
since i learned of this painting, i have felt connected to it in a way i can't put into words






11 December 2010















/ in this recession even santa takes to the subways
new york ny, 11 december 2010 via camera phone
'the great quality of true art, is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us the reality far from which we live, from which we get further & further away as the conventional knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impenetrable, the reality that we might die without having known and which is simply our life, life finally discovered and clarified....'



/ marcel proust

09 December 2010





























































photographs from children in athens greece/
thecameraproject.com
top to bottom: first 2 images by reileigh, third alex, fourth roni, last nadeem






08 December 2010













/ my little sister, lauren
on lake ontario, november 2010

lots of things unfolding! updates soon x

30 November 2010

'quand les cimes de notre ciel se rejoindront
ma maison aura un toit.'

/ /
'when the peaks of our sky come together
my house will have a roof.'



paul eluard/ one of the founders of the surrealist movement and one of its greatest poets
from dignes de vivre p. 115

29 November 2010

28 November 2010

video

stratford ct/ 26 november, sunset

25 November 2010













/ thankful
in connecticut for a few days
photo from my visit home to rochester a couple weeks ago

23 November 2010



















every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all come.


/ michelangelo, 1475-1564

13 November 2010



holograms playing to large sold out audiences in japan
/ "Hatsune is a product of Japan's popular Vocaloid software scene in which fans can create their own songs for fictional characters to sing. The twist here is that Crypton took things to the next level by making the character into a hologram and actually putting their avatar on tour, playing to huge enthusiastic audiences. The spectacle of a hologram performing on stage, with a live backing band in front of thousands of screaming fans is pure science fiction brought to real life." quote from here
writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. on the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. if only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.

moreover the writer invents himself as a character in this form. he shapes himself from the shards of the everyday, from the truth of that daily life. which is also a truth not to be scorned.



/ from the notebooks of anna kamienska, polish poet

04 November 2010













boy, beautiful
/ brooklyn october 2010


















/ from the most beautiful book that i would love to own
'cartographies of time' by daniel rosenberg and anthony grafton, 2010

03 November 2010

on the beach at night alone,
as the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
as I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes & of the future.

a vast similitude interlocks all,
all spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
all distances of place however wide,
all distances of time, all inanimate forms,
all souls, all living bodies though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
all gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
all nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
all identities that have existed or may exist on this globe, or any globe,
all lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
this vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd,
and shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.



/ on the beach at night alone by walt whitman

02 November 2010



















/ from the book
king arthur and his knights of the round table edited by sidney lanier, 1950



































/ beautiful find this morning, brooklyn heights
found a copy of king arthur and his knights of the round table being offered for free on someone's stoop while i was walking around brooklyn heights this morning. it was published in 1950 and has beautiful illustrations inside. it also contained, to my surprise, a few beautifully pressed flowers. a nice surprise on a chilly autumn morning
















































ahhhhhhhhh beautiful
/ paintings by andy denzler
from top: rower I (2009), floating stones (2010) and detached (2010)
















/ aubrey beardsley, madonna & child circa 1900

01 November 2010














/ om shanti om
new work coming soon !

31 October 2010





































/ 22 years, 6 october 2010 prospect park, brooklyn
as i lay in gossamer sands i heard
that to feel out the dead you have to melt
in the breeze that unglues body and mind -
just as the threshold of sleep is crossed and day breaks
the familiar gestures the bodies of the lost return
renewed as if born this very day reserved for visitors
i focus on his chest's smooth skin
its amber color that will linger a few hours more lingering
ever since his gaze began to wander without end since i first entered his circle
now, with everything razed to the ground,
in rare moments of wind
we laugh in mid-air, read each other's lips
until we go to pieces against the eaves of a house
and he yells: "it's all burned out inside!"



/ mario, august 15, 1978 by antonio porta

24 October 2010






























/ kristian rodriguez, august 2010 syracuse new york
k is a talented musician, poet, excellent actor & wonderful friend
check out some of his music here
and it was never resolved, the hierarchy, the light, secret
data points, windows without curtains.

codes that kiss your symmetry, a monotony of instinct.
understanding how you came to this place

and how you'd leave it.
as a dream you took along whose words were playthings

swept the room in lovely waters.
a personal one whose hesitation was exhausted.



/"letter written on the 27th of october, harvest moon, nearly perfect sky after having rained, the radio left on" from the book dear body: by dan machlin

18 October 2010













celebrating, + i feel so warm
/ homage to our old home in brooklyn, april 2010

17 October 2010

this world is in darkness.
how few have eyes to see!
how few the birds
who escape the net and fly to heaven!

swans rise and fly toward the sun.
what magic!
so do the pure conquer the armies of illusion
and rise and fly.

if you scoff at heaven
and the violate the law
if your words are lies,
where will your mischief end?

the fool laughs at generosity.
the miser cannot enter heaven.
but the master finds joy in giving
and happiness is his reward .

and more -
for greater than all the joys
of heaven and of earth,
greater still than dominion
over all the worlds,
is the joy of reaching the stream.



/ excerpt from 'the world' from the dhammapada

















ave forever
/ mother mary, via camera phone 2009

16 October 2010













/ god visits brooklyn, august 2010

07 October 2010

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock, 25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 35
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.


/ excerpt from 'I. the burial of the dead' from
the waste land by ts eliot

06 October 2010


/ 'father death blues' by allen ginsberg
ive posted this video before, but i thought i would post it again in honour of birthdays and everything that comes with them - life, death, sickness, health, happiness, love etc etc

05 October 2010

04 October 2010

































/ joan miro, inspiration
three women + blue II, respectively

03 October 2010

















































/ saturday breakfast, 2 october
gruyere swiss-imported cheese on artisan wheat bread w/ fresh honeydew & expresso