// havent updated in awhile, proper updates coming shortly w/lots of new stuff in progress.

heres a preview of my shoot with kate this afternoon, brooklyn ny

perfect.

sleep sleep sleepy.

shot the band 'paper route' tonight (10/21) at the hammerstein ballroom in manhattan.

quite the crazy place.

new job starts tomorrow, i sleep now.

my friend, this body is made of camphor and gopherwood. where it goes, we follow, even into the ark. as the light comes in sideways from the west over damp spring buds and winter trash, the body comes out hesitatingly, and we are shaken, we weep, how is it we feel no one has ever loved us? this protective lamplit left hand hovering over its own shadow on the page seems more loved than we are... and when we step into a room where we expect to find someone, we do not believe our eyes, we walk all the way over the floor and feel the bed...

// 'the left hand' by robert bly, from the beautiful poetry prose book, 'this body is made of camphor and gopherwood.' whisper it shrouded in candlelight

language is a skin: i rub my language against the other. it is as if i had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. my language trembles with desire.

// roland barthes, from 'a lover’s discourse' 1977

//eva, may 2009 syracuse ny

it has never been

a matter of

mind over matter

or even matter

over mind,

but rather about

understanding

the space,

the endless expanse,

the beautiful whirlwind

within mind

and what matters.

//

so incredibly moving.

// new old work

ayaka, from underwater/rebirth, may 2009 syracuse ny

i like how time is portrayed as passing in this, my memory feels like that sometimes.

// my godchild jamie, july 2009 webster ny

// kathryn + evan, syracuse ny february 2009

distracted + found this old photograph which i rather like

(computer was out of commission most of this week, a bit behind on my editing all around)

// weekend visitor, sara october 08 brooklyn ny

/beautiful drawing by sam green

allons! the road is before us!
it is safe—i have tried it—my own feet have tried it well.

allons! be not detain’d!
let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

mon enfant! i give you my hand!
i give you my love, more precious than money,
i give you myself, before preaching or law;
will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

// preview of shoot with keeley, october 09 brooklyn

alexa// 07 october 2009 brooklyn

psst.. palpable change is coming, i can feel it.

char// november 2008, syracuse ny

// kevin, 03 october brooklyn ny

"the words were beginning to make sense. 'this is a dream,' he was saying, 'and you mustn't believe in it. you'll wake into the real world soon and laugh at yourself. he loves you, i tell you. he does, he does! but not here! not now! this is an illusion."

// excerpt from page 128 of isaac asimov's 'i, robot'

// new old work

mahala, from 'underwater/rebirth'