“I can get away with saying a lot of ideas that are young and naive. I’m liberated.” – Neil Young My therapist said I was naive recently, and I agreed, but then sort of resented her, so I like what Neil Young is saying here, but still, I want to know what he means by … More Hollywood Bowl & Little Foxes
Stacy Elaine Dacheux: What is a cloud? Christopher Lavery: Mostly, I think a cloud is made of visible water vapor frozen in the atmosphere that has been sucked up from the wet ground surface of the Earth through the conduction of heat produced by the Sun’s rays entering the ozone layer and warming the surface. … More Regarding Clouds, A Conversation with Christopher Lavery
“You begin with the possibilities of the material.” — Robert Rauschenberg The other day, my fiance and I shot a scene together on a sound stage. He is an actor, and I am not, so the whole experience was spatially overwhelming to me– take five steps and you’re at city hall, three steps and you’re … More Rauschenberg & Sound Stages
“Letters, in general, are meant to make up words and words are meant to make up sentences and sentences are meant to convey meaning. Breaking sentences back down into individual words and words back down into individual letters has the opposite effect. Meaning is reduced, taken apart, decomposed. Still, the letters and the words contain … More Twombly & Conjuring Spirits
Over the weekend, I met a woman with autism at a party. She pushed my head into my friend’s head. She wanted us to kiss. It was initially jarring. She asked what my sign was. I told her and then asked what she liked about astrology. Her mother interrupted us– she just likes asking the … More Autism & Recording Relationships
Turns out the homeless man I spoke about the other day is alive. He wears sunglasses now. Five feet from his corner of the sidewalk, I found this pigeon. I did not touch or move this pigeon. I just leaned over and took this photograph. The sun was glaring, so I didn’t stay long to … More Signs
“Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town.” — John Fante (Ask The Dust) I took this photograph on Spring Street with my … More The Many Fantes
The homeless man I pass by everyday is missing. His area is in a new state of disarray and the brick wall is burnt. I am full of sadness. I am regretful that I avoided him recently. I hope that tomorrow, I see him, and that all my worries are laughable, but right now my … More Missing People
Revising Loneliness 