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Category: art

Love is life

Love is life. All, every­thing that I under­stand, I under­stand only because I love. Every­thing is, every­thing exists, only because I love. Every­thing is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a par­ti­cle of love, shall return to the gen­eral and eter­nal source. Leo Tol­stoy A Russ­ian chapel, photographed […]

We need a novel like Dos Passos would write

Sky and sea are opal grey. Mar­tin is stretched on the deck in the bow of the boat with an unopened book beside him. He has never been so happy in his life. The future is noth­ing to him, the past is noth­ing to him. All his life is effaced in the grey lan­guor of the […]

In the half darkness we look at each other and smile…”

After Mak­ing Love, We Hear Foot­steps For I can snore like a bull­horn or play loud music or sit up talk­ing with any rea­son­ably sober Irish­man and Fer­gus will only sink deeper into his dream­less sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breath­ing or a sti­fled come-cry anywhere […]

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world..”

Hav­ing a Coke with You BY Frank O’Hara is even more fun than going to San Sebas­t­ian, Irún, Hen­daye, Biar­ritz, Bay­onne or being sick to my stom­ach on the Trav­es­era de Gra­cia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a bet­ter hap­pier St. Sebas­t­ian partly because of my love for you, partly […]

You can draw?

That’s my 12-year old son. I’m sit­ting in the leather chair play­ing around with a draw­ing pro­gram on the iPad. “What are you doing?” “Draw­ing.” “You can’t draw.” “Any­one can draw.” “No they can’t.” “Stay still.” A cou­ple of sec­onds. He watches me. He’s curi­ous, a lit­tle skep­ti­cal, and knows that I’m unpre­dictable enough to draw an orange cir­cle that I’ll […]

Let her soul then lay the brush down

Worldly suc­cess has been elu­sive as has been sup­port where I live and work which makes me think I have mis­used my gifts.  Eas­ily refuted by rea­son and not a very exclu­sive club either. There’s going to be an end, a time when the lights go off, the vapor of life expires.  Then the brushes […]

My heart with pleasure fills…”

Pond in sum­mer, taken with iPhone4, retouched with pho­to­gene I Wan­dered Lonely As A Cloud I wan­dered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daf­fodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Flut­ter­ing and danc­ing in the breeze. Con­tin­u­ous as […]

Teasing out the light around us

When I take a pho­to­graph, I’m look­ing for the light. Then, as I retouch it, I’m look­ing for the impres­sion. What I want to accom­plish is to recre­ate the sen­sa­tion when we look at some­thing quickly and are left with equal parts dis­tinct and indis­tinct per­cep­tion. The meld­ing of the two states cre­ates an impression […]

Like a shaman’s chant

In my imag­i­na­tion, I am hang­ing this can­vas when I feel a frost on my cheek and the lin­ing of my lungs ices over. I am drawn head­first into the inky blue light of the river. The crisp snow abrades my raw hands. The bark of the tree fall scratches on my shirt. The cold […]

A thread across 1200 generations

Come back with me through the gen­er­a­tions, but don’t leave your­self behind. Shed the trap­pings of our age, the dis­trac­tions, the objects, the munif­i­cence. Keep me in mind, your friends, the acquain­tances you take lunch with, the peo­ple who you stand in line at the gro­cery store with. Keep us all in mind. Let your […]