Remembrance

Nothing like a little loss to remind you how to love a lot.

Goosebumps : Initiated

hardcore beercan i am

                                               happy new year

Seen & Heard

*  Great blue bird flying solo over blotted tulips, birch trees, and aquatic sky straight toward the corner of the frame.

*  "The holidays sometimes break me more than I am." - a spirit in the material world

prey

Rest in Power

Words and Art.  

The final Rally at 5 Pointz, Nov. 16, 2013

a former lover

A Darkroom Diary

4xFinally - Take 2

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4xFinally!

Jewel

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.
~ Maya Angelou

braids & butterflies

a darkroom diary

Oakland Lake, Queens, NY 

I took my Graflex Crown for another spin yesterday.  It wasn't an upstream, but one must be methodical and careful to bring out her best qualities.  I am neither.  Knocking delicate devices, scratching smooth surfaces, exposing light sensitive things - that I do very well.  Even with these special talents, the process wasn't so bad.  In fact, at some point I imagined capturing all that is "darling" easily in the midst of a silky summer breeze.

squish!

Squishy Faces
from the Mi Familia series
April 2013

a darkroom diary: you can squish anything away with love.  my nieces help me do this every time.  

happy birthday.

i sleep surrender

From the "Seven" Series © 2013

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maybe we're all scared

    the Scared is scared from Bianca Giaever on Vimeo.

and maybe we don't have to be.

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March, 2013

April, 2013

Two processes I did outside of my comfort zone.  It was 

time.  And maybe this is 

the year I shake things up around here.

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Sleepless in New York over a stubborn image and the indifference that haunts my peripheral.

more or less again

I have a confession to make.
~ Tipsy

Boy, that list is growing.
~ UP

I'm a closet hoarder.  I attach sentiment to everything, but I'm slowly letting stuff go. 
~ Tipsy
 
You should get storage space. 
~ UP
 
This is terrible advice! You're the total opposite!! 
~ Tipsy, "closet hoarder."
 
Yeah, I'm so bad I get rid of shit and then buy it back a week later.  
~ UP, "closet minimalist"

Fountainbleau

Miami Beach, Jan 2013

There was a time long ago when my friend was always sulking.  It was hard to watch.  A wry and wild woman's spirit breaking apart.  I couldn't comprehend this stage perhaps because I was younger by some years.  That can be enough of a hurdle.  Her proverbial window was closing.  One I managed to overlook.  It never occurred to me that I had a view.  I suck at acceptance, but have been good at being sensible about things beyond my reach.  She wanted to reach beyond the sea.  I once suggested making music and art were similar in heartache and reward, but the older woman I was speaking to had a shell to her ear.  I often wonder if my friend has any suggestions of her own to occupy her mind.

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Bathroom for Butoh © 2010 (15x15 print in water)

2013 and the past permeates.  My parent's 25 year old home is a smokey wreck from a boiler eruption.  In order to save some of mine, I stayed over to oversee the clean-up crew.  Soot, grime, and dust is floating in the air.  Finding it's way into our nasal passages.  Clinging to everything we hold dear.  I hold.  'What is important' is the question we all must ask ourselves, I suppose, when shit burns.  There's no fire, but here I am putting it out none the less.