picture poem

drink,
drank,
drunk:
shitfaced.

morning, noon & night

Three days, two cameras, one life.

Years ago I was in a group show called, 'Movement'. Most of the photographs showed some sort of action or literal interpertation of the word. I chose to try and convey a passage of time over a couple of days using my Rolleiflexes while I was living out of my studio & darkroom.

Many years later I look at this piece and yearn for an artifact or token from all those other days inbetween, forgotten.

Funny how the body continually marches forward, while the mind runs in rewind.

exotic fruit

i drink cheap wine,
good beer
and maybe
too much
booze.

i eat rice with
beef
but
hardly ever
with chicken.

I buy a cup
of coffee
once or twice
a day.

i don't eat
much for
breakfast.

and someone
is usually taking
me out for lunch.

dinner:
dinner was
always a treat.

usually, i had some
peanut butter or
chips with salsa
or bean dip.

but more frequently,
it was lactating fruit.

exotic fruit.

kiwis.
kumquats,
mangoes,
papayas.

sweet, sour

ripe for the
taking

but mostly
just
fleshy.

i guess i did

i'm done
for the night,
yes i am

drinking a beer
under the
half shell

of a moon

eating
homemade
potato—salad.

i sigh.

fatigued,
afraid of
any
afterthought.

of some curling
emotion,

a
seed peeling
from under
the gum.

of sticky goo
dried
in globs
along
the floor.

of sleeping
in dribbled
wet spots.

of wanting the night
to stop back there,

two hours turned,

when your hair
fell across my neck
and swept

the loneliness
back into the
street.

prints & pieces

my life: my studio, my darkroom, my prints, my mess.

me, myself & PDN

the latest issue of PDN, which is the pulse of the photography industry has an article on "The NEW Self-Portraiture." All the new, hip young MFA art kids are sportin self-porto's and even some well seasoned vets. The trend is BIG & COLOR. I can't imagine where any of these shutterbugs might be if Thomas Knoll never got out of bed.

Always good to see the power of I, represent'n.

the positive, the negative

polaroid. it's synonymous with the art of photography. it's a love/hate relationship. you'll produce velvety, exquisite one-of-a-kind pieces. you'll also burn your wallet whole, as you wonder how the hell your going to come up with another $400 for 30 sheets of Type 804/809, which you'll only be able to use 15 sheets of because you've become addicted to those creamy smooth la chocolat prints.

chairman of the board

some days you never want to end, others just won't quit and the majority will disappear into the oblivion known as the past. carry a camera with you and you'll have a better chance of remembering those otherwise benign moments, like this one, from back in the day.

Les yeux sont le miroir de l'dme

I can't remember the last time I looked into someone's eyes and been so mesmerized as I was this past weekend. The faces soon fade, fall away from my mind and I'm left with yet another image of me, yearning for you.

twin lens rejects

gemini. the twins. born on the same day, cities away. the beginning of summer. 35 years of shared experiences. the same house, different courts, one block away. the same phone number, minus two digits.

my best friend and I. on our birthdaze.

close encounter

Last month I was in attendence at the Microsoft Pro Photo summit. After the cocktail party at the Bellvue Arts Museum, we had drinks with some of the people from Microsoft and one of them asked me what I shoot. "I shoot myself," I replied.

They both looked at me a little cockeyed, wondering if I was serious. My friend asked them if they had heard of Chuck Close? Neither had, so it was a pointless reference.

Well the next day as we were chillin in the executive conference center... to what to my wondering eyes would appear?

But a Chuck Close self-porto with me in his beard.

within arms reach

self portrait in gallery from my last "big" show in 2000.
Both Eyes Open: A Decade-Plus of Photographs.

under exposed, over developed

My friend was asking me why I hadn't shown in so long... and when again would I hang in a gallery. the last public showing of my work was back in December in a show with about 50+ other photographers. Prior to that I was on hiatus going back to 2001, where the last public showing of my work was an open studio of self portraits titled Against the Grain, for a First Friday art-walk.

Plain & simple I haven't shown my work over the last five years. Well kids, this is the year that I will be unveiling a new body of work I've been working on in those five years of absence.

Stay tuned in the coming months for details.

I-dentity

For twenty years I've been framing my life within the finders of my cameras. This is the composing of my 33rd year.

twenty-twenty

So it has been a few years since i've punched little holes into this web. i've been sleeping. dreaming. thinking in pictures.

this is my 20th year making photographs. my failure & my savior.
20 years pursuing my passion, quietly listening.

beginnings

network latency

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