Sometimes I think about art as people more so than objects. Yes, I know humans make art, but sometimes, I twist the narrative. I like to think about art as living and breathing organism, with confused feelings and moods. I saw this large photo of a Mike Mills piece in a Los Angeles gallery. It … More Cloning A Mike Mills
I took this photo of a telephone pole in Santa Barbara near a beautiful earthy hippie beach. I like to think that these men are metaphysical aficionados and that this collection of images was somehow placed cosmically here for me to discover, only me, like I’m some dummy character in Lost and it’s a clue … More Three Men and A Mystery
“The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.” – Robert Smithson I am not certain about my own nostalgia nor others expectations, but I am perhaps too aware of my body as a pool of water trying to connect to other bodies of … More Dreams of Robert Smithson at Leadbetter Beach
Revising Loneliness 