/ lust, chinatown ny 13 march 2011

Dear March -- Come in --
How glad I am --
I hoped for you before --

Put down your Hat --
You must have walked --
How out of Breath you are --
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest --
Did you leave Nature well --
Oh March, Come right up stairs with me --
I have so much to tell --

I got your Letter, and the Birds --
The Maples never knew that you were coming -- till I called
I declare -- how Red their Faces grew --
But March, forgive me -- and
All those Hills you left for me to Hue --
There was no Purple suitable --
You took it all with you --

Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door --
I will not be pursued --
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied --
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That Blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame --

/ emily dickinson

/ junya watanabe

working on making some clothes like this, especially far right

beautiful beyond words

"truth and reality in art do not arise until you no longer understand what you are doing and are capable of but nevertheless sense a power that grows in proportion to your resistance. creativity takes courage."

/ henri matisse

/ i will make it through because i am strong.

sneak peek of an ever-evolving body of work, brooklyn ny 2011

/ vesuvius came up in my itunes, music from a friend, caught my attention/ seemed really relevant because i'm reading the volcano lover by susan sontag, which is also really relevant to me right now, and i wonder - hm, are these things coincidences? would i have even noticed this song if i wasn't reading the book? what am i to make of this, what am i to make of this..

'one should really use the camera as though tomorrow you'd be stricken blind'

/ dorothea lange

/ e.m. ciorcan, 1911-1995, from on the heights of despair

/ chinatown, compassion

a couple screenshots from todays journey

/ anish kapoor, past, present, future 2006

this song, this song..

'If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop

Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, To be born again

From the far side of the ocean
If I put the wheels in motion
And I stand with my arms behind me
And I'm pushin' on the door

Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down In silence easy
To be born again, to be born again'

/ van morrison, astral weeks

sent these lyrics by a new friend recently, strikingly relevant to my current situation and also some of my past photography work. thank you to her

/ the camera project

two photographs by karen, age 10, tokyo japan

/ truth love, me+z, january 2011 brooklyn ny

/ my friend tristan smith, writer 20 february 2011 brooklyn ny

"the world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns."

/ george santayana, author of 'the sense of beauty', an intelligent guy

'come away, o human child: to the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.'

/ william butler yeats, irish poet

/ aj chavar, talented photographer and friend 17 february 2011 manhattan ny

'i was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.'

/ edgar allan poe

/ passage from the dedication page of the beautiful handmade book entitled 'moods and moments' by yovan radenkovitch, 1938 that i bought in brooklyn heights this weekend

/ coffee with phil, friend and talented filmmaker manhattan ny 17 february 2011

/ my beautiful little sister lauren, brooklyn ny 18 february 2011

/ this morning in my room, brooklyn

i have been blessed to have an especially beautiful past couple of days with friends and family. my mother, father, and younger brother and sister came by for a visit this morning. we surprised my mother with flowers and enjoyed almond croissants from a wonderful french bakery down the road

/ wednesday collage, late night

'by boat to seurasaari where

the small fish were called vandace.

a man blew a horn of birchwood

toward the nightless sea.

still voice. fire that is no fire.

ahead years unknown to be lived --

bell from the tower in the all-at-once, then

one by one, hours. outside

(so fleetingly) ourselves --

in a still mirror, in a blue within

where this earthly journey dreaming

itself begins,

thought into being from the hidden to the end of the visible.'

/ excerpt from the poem 'travel papers' by carolyn forche

/ paradise, december 2010 brooklyn ny

/ subway family, minutes before midnight on 14 february 2011 manhattan ny

'i shut my eyes in order to see'

/ paul gauguin: french painter, printmaker, & sculptor, 1848-1903

/ azumi and the antennas to heaven, 17 january 2011 stratford ct

/ made some adjustments to the portraiture section of my website!

(photograph above is my beautiful little sister lauren, july 2009 webster ny)

'according to buddhist theory, one's physical eyes may be opened, yet they perceive only darkness, while with eyes closed, when one is engaged in meditation, perfect spiritual insight is possible. to hindus, the visible world is an illusion (maya) which can be overcome by meditation upon the supreme. the hightst aim of the religious devotee, or yogin, is to "see" with his spiritual eyes the eternal essence with which he tries to identify (samadhi). 'the seer sees not death, nor sickness, nor any distress. the seer sees only the All, obtains the All entirely.''

/ quote from the chapter "the eye of god" from the book The Eclipse of Symbolism by Peter Fingesten, 1970 - a brilliant & fascinating book.

/ just learned this song was recorded 4 days before otis redding died in a plane crash..wow