everybody knows this is nowhere

yes
yes
the future
i wait for it

opened once

come back to your man

nicola kuperus is one of the coolest people i've ever met. she and her lovely partner are adult.
i love her style, her photographs are rad, and she lives in detroit. yes, that's right. detroit. hoping to see her when i'm there.

the meek inherit what

i am examining shrinkage and growth, life after certain death, forces so resilient that even utter devastation cannot end life. i am hoping to find answers to questions and questions for those answers. i am looking for true spirit. something that i strive for, yearn for, and somewhere i come up short. maybe these investigations will open my heart to seeing those that have nothing and yet strive for everything, or those that have things and with a heartfelt wonder, continue along paths that might easily be avoided. i want to open more paths, for myself and others. i want to not be written off.

photo by scott hocking

you were all i needed for a light

i wish everyone felt like you

look at the slideshow here.

mies van der rohe in detroit. two of my favorite things put together! i cannot wait to go here and see lafayette park.

come a little bit closer

facundo arganaraz.
facundo's painting feels so future oriented to me. maybe that in it, i see space and time travel. but its also so serene and poetic. i'm really unable to describe how much i like it. maybe the way he uses light is what is attacting me.

amy casey

ben peterson

ryan mrozowski

i love ryan's graphic way this painting is done, as much as i love the mystery and structure of the image. reminds me a bit of a roger brown, who is a man i love dearly. amy's is so chaotic and demanding. i like thinking that these houses have sprouted legs and are parading somewhere far away from the people they inhabit. maybe right into ben's image. the remainder. the leftovers. the mess.

these are paintings i've been drawn to over the past few days. as i'm getting this show together, i keep looking at painting after photograph after sculpture in hopes of everything coming together. these pieces may or may not end up in shows that i will one day put together. hopefully, i'll be able to work with these artists. they are all quite wonderful. and i am realizing i have not written about art in awhile, so this is my next major venture. get ready for a lot of review-like posts.

only a love letter away

here

the start and end of something

some days its about going in head first. about waking up with a purpose or because a cat is sitting on your head. about spending time with the people that matter. about preparing to go out in a tornado to deliver flowers and words of love. i can honestly say that i've had an enlightening vacation visiting my old home. the rain is pounding and thunder is sounding and i couldn't think of a better send off really. i have rarely heard thunder since living in sf and i truly appreciate its utter beauty.

i suppose spending time here makes me slightly nostalgic and slightly eggy and slightly sad with chicago. i took the train north and watched the factory buildings and water towers pass before my eyes. on a cloudy fantastic day, i bought enough gum for the rest of my life, ate some bacon, and tromped around in a forest preserve. i thought about the world, about my future, about snow covered landscapes in poland. how i want to be everywhere at every single minute and no where all of the time. everywhere and no where with some classical music and some whiskey.

i suppose one year of graduate school should have me feeling a bit more ready for something, anything, everything. it does and it doesn't. i am excited to start reading about detroit's history and to finally read nietzsche's the birth of tragedy along with a whole bunch of books i have put off until now. i am excited to get back to california with some ideas about a few shows i want to do and actually get down to business. i am excited about life in a way that i have not been for a bit. i just need to renew my passport so impromptu trips anywhere is actually possible. in case anyone wants to take me somewhere i want to be. which is everywhere, all of the time.

picture from here

i forgot to be shy

something new i cannot tear away from.

my baby by my side

the city on the straits

before it all went down.
detroit circa 1965

definitely worth the 18 minutes.

on a saturday

tay trimmed the jasmine last week, but it still grows through the porch and creeps down the ropes of the swing. i sit on that swing a lot. i smoke cigarettes and talk on the telephone on that swing. i sing songs and time travel on that swing.

i sort of wish it was a swing for two, so i could lean my head on the other shoulder and smoke my cigarette. we could swing softly and let our feet skim the ground. i want the sun to shine through the clouds and swallow up the smoke from my cigarette and difuse the light as it floats into the air above.

today the rain has stayed from yesterday. i have to put words to paper about architecture and kitsch and urban revitilization. i have to put words to paper about death and life and structures and citizens. instead i would like to time travel a little, possibly to the beach where there is a bonfire and sausages, possibly to a week that i spent with a long haired boy, possibly to the future where i live in a glass house and have my own two person swing.

oh the dream, the dream of that glass house and the surrounding forrest. just another in my field of dreams which includes time travel and love and two person swings.