Monday, 30 March 2015

this man






































Test print from glass, hair, dirt, and ink.
I saw the line written on a mug shot from some police archive years ago
and it has always just stayed with me.

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Velvet Dust Magazine






































Some thoughts on the thorny topic of 'family' in the Spring issue of the wonderful 'Velvet Dust'
from Austin, TX.

the end




































'... Roland Barthes considered the essence of writing in terms of neither use value nor form, neither communication nor calligraphy, but rather in terms of gesture, defined by its ruins: blunders, marks, traces, imperfections, negligence, waste, accidents.... For to stain is to exist' (Allen S. Weiss, from 'Cy Twombly, ou Non multa sed multum' in L'obvie et l'obtus.)

Monday, 23 March 2015

nothingness




























“There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea ... a longing for the unarticulated and immeasurable, for eternity, for nothingness." Thomas Mann, Death in Venice.

Saturday, 14 March 2015

someone i care about (ver. II)

































'Down here by the beach, I feel that I find an image of myself -- of life -- of my life. The strange smell of seaweed reminds me of her... In the dark green water I see the color of her eyes ... And life is like that silent surface (of the horizon) which reflects the light, clear colors of the air. And underneath, in the depths -- it conceals the depths -- with its slime -- its crawling creatures -- like death. We understand each other. It is as though no one understands me better than the ocean'. Edvard Munch

Thursday, 12 March 2015

someone i care about


























test print from new project, a transparency tied in a single strand of hair.

'I've searched the rough black ocean for you,
and saw the turbulence drop dead for you,
always lovely, even for those who had you,
Rough Slitherer in your grotto of haphazard.

I lack manhood to finish the fishing trip.
Glad to escape beguilement and the storm,
I thank the ocean that hides the fearful mermaid—
like God, I almost doubt if you exist.
'

Robert Lowell.      from 'Mermaid'

Tuesday, 10 March 2015