Thursday, August 21, 2008

Cell Photos

I have been using my cell phone to take photographs of the city and other surrounding that i exist in everyday. I use the cell phone for its bad quality compared to a higher megapixel SLR camera. the Cellphoto has a painters stroke abstraction of what the real image should be. here are a few things of them.

Friday, August 15, 2008

In Love

I have been working on a few things this summer. A series of pictures of the environment and myself interacting. maybe i will show this some day. here is an image. if you would like to see more email me.

Two Years and Counting.

I made a screen print of you brother. ten layers of wonder. every one of those layers make up you and they are translated into a part of me. the ink which i shall implant in the skin of my chest. I will carry you with me for my life brother. May I never have to see the day the develop the ash site of you my brother. suburban motherfuckers. they desecrate my mother, earth, and i hope to your memory that i have swallowed more of your ash then they will ever touch with a shovel.

We all miss you.


I haven't had so much free time in the last year than what i have had in the last three weeks. It was nice to have about twelve days off of work and nine from school but at the same time i haven't been so bored in my life. I decided that my flat was very large and unfilled and i like it that way and it might not change no matter how long i live there. the walls are not so bare now. and i have read a few books i have neglected for a while. the fridge has condiments and photo chemicals inside and the freezer has a very small ice tray. ice mostly for scotch. I sleep on a hammock on the deck overlooking a light-railway and a highly trafficked area because of the dangerous curves that present themselves as a auto-mans sexual lust for curves. I look upon the city and watch the lights dance. sitting in the light is the most relaxing thing i do now but it keeps me up, admiring the waves of light. I think i have no need for furniture because of the thought of Highway Furniture v. Pontiac Le Mans and the lack of care those people had for that low speed object on a high speedway.
stroll of your cares boys.