July 2011
15 posts
This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I’ve let myself be caught. My memories are like coins in the devil’s purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea 1938
October 2010
15 posts
long ago and forever lost in summer
it has been too long since i’ve posted. this summer was filled with trips to the river, PBR and whiskys, happiness and death. the last six months has probably been the hardest and most stressful time i have endured. dealing with the guilt and sorrow of my dad’s battle with his cancer 2000 miles away and unable to really leave and be there for him or my mom. although, i was able to...
Well, if you wanna see the sun rise
Honey, I know where
We'll go out and see it sometime
We'll both just sit there and stare
Me with my belt
Wrapped around my head
And you just sittin' there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat - Bob Dylan
May 2010
15 posts
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the happiest day
the happiest day project is a project i am working on involving a multimedia sculpture wherein typewritten word, images, mechanics, and voyeurism are used to convey the tragedy of happiness. these images will become part of the happiest day project while maintaining their own beauty here, as themselves.
March 2010
15 posts
hello, how are you?
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the street, they are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets, their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter. their ideal neighborhood of parked cars of little green lawns of little homes the little doors that open and close as their relatives visit throughout the holidays the doors closing...
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