30 October 2012

28 October 2012

/ alice in the cities 1974 wim wenders

21 October 2012

/ so many blessings in this moment, brooklyn ny 2012

14 October 2012

/ photographs of my work hanging in the gallery during the aleppo international photo festival in aleppo syria, october 2012. photographs above by issa touma
/ happy 29th birthday to my brother johnny! he's currently in beijing for work xoxo
'i recall an august afternoon in chicago in 1973 when i took my daughter, then seven, to see what georgia o'keeffe had done with where she had been. one of the vast o'keeffe 'sky above clouds' canvases floated over the back stairs in the chicago art institute that day, dominating what seemed to be several stories of empty light, and my daughter looked at it once, ran to the landing, and kept on looking. 'who drew it,' she whispered after a while. i told her. 'i need to talk to her,' she said finally.

my daughter was making, that day in chicago, an entirely unconscious but quite basic assumption about people and the work they do.
she was assuming that the glory she saw in the work reflected a glory in its maker, that the painting was the painter as the poem is the poet, that every choice one made alone - every word chosen or rejected, every brush stroke laid or not laid down - betrayed one's character.'

/ excerpt from the essay 'georgia o'keeffe' from
the white album by joan didion

12 October 2012

/ greenwood cemetery visit, a digital sketchbook, brooklyn ny april 2012

08 October 2012

05 October 2012

/ claudia, brooklyn ny september 2012
'there are four questions of value in life... what is sacred? of what is the spirit made? what is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? the answer to each is the same. only love.'

/ johnny depp

04 October 2012

/ my brothers in the backyard, webster ny june 2012
'for, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. and all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. and in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!'

/ fyodor dostoyevsky, white nights: and other stories
my birthday is in two days

/ valerie & her week of wonders, jaromil jireŇ° 1970

03 October 2012

/ self-portrait channeling joan of arc today, upper east side manhattan ny

02 October 2012

/ all the flowers rest in their coffins in reverence of autumn, public market in rochester ny june 2012

01 October 2012

/ happy october friends, lets make it a good one xxxx