January 2012
1 post
to do
One particular image struck me last night or this morning, I can’t remember which, but it depicts the entire act of making a photograph from the happening in front of the camera, following the image through the lens, bouncing off the mirror up to the prism, back through the view finder, into the eye of the photographer, through the dilated pupil, hitting the retna, rods and cones, along the...
December 2011
5 posts
done
a photograph isn’t done until it has been looked at.
Elepants
elephants dance in pleated pants.
the best part of being in love is letting someone else use your pockets.
their are parts of life i miss, wondering where they went, and if they’ll ever come back.
it hasn’t been too long enough.
i recently remembered a large piece of art which I sold to a friend and felt it echo off caverns within me.
i told her so.
thank god art is fatal.
