/ inspirations

'his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then - that he could not feel.


/ virginia woolf, mrs dalloway

/ jarek puczal

"you are coming home
are you still alone
are you not the same as you used to be
as the sun grows high
and you serve your time
does each day just feel like another lie
now you know
is it just for show
just a foolish game that you hide behind
dont forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

in a endless night 
would you feel the fright
of the age that wasn't
could never be
so we hold it close
when we feel the most 
like a love that we could not leave behind 
we turn the wheel
to which way we feel
till our thoughts lift
i can not find you there
don't forget the nights when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

even if i try so hard
would we still be coming to an end
even if we spoke the same words
would we still return as friends
even if its simple from the start
we will give the pieces of the heart
and when there is nothing left to pretend
we will know its coming to an end

even if we try so hard
we will give pieces of our heart
its always good to see you again
even if its coming to an end

we can wait until the summer
see what happens to the other
we can stay inside all summer
see what happens to the other"


/ this song is so relevant now....

/ avant garde dance video made on the shores of stratford ct with azumi, january 2011

/ the beauty and the strength in fragility

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

-e.e. cummings - I Will Wade Out

'we name time when we say: every thing has its time. this means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. every thing has its time.'


/ martin heidegger, german philosopher

/ new video piece, 'stop scrying' 2011

/ new series posted on the site! malum -- photos & videos

/ from the series malum, 2011 

"I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think. Sum, ergo cogito: cogito, ergo sum. Today everybody permits himself the expression of his wish and his dearest thought; hence I, too, shall say what it is that I wish from myself today, and what was the first thought to run across my heart this year — what thought shall be for me the reason, warranty, and sweetness of my life henceforth. I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that by my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer."


/ passage from friedrich nietzsche's 'the gay science' section 276 

/ erich heckel, 'franzi reclining' 1910
mmmm german expressionism, so into you right now

/ new photo illustration, shot this week for AARP magazine for a story on divorce