a thousand waves

Tractor Ride

A heavy day.  Cumulative, too, because October is for shifty girls that hold everything.  Standing on a tractor, I watched the manure being scooped up then turned into fertilizer.  I could have used one of those all my life.  One for when I sat in the DMV parking lot earlier crying and waiting for a title.  A title shouldn't mean anything, but it does.  In three years it was good bye, first love.  In three hours, I  got to carry on one more time, Chevy '65.  Now they can ride off into the sunset together.

       

Tractor Ride. October 2015.

"Art for me is the science of freedom." - Joseph Beuys

Death

Death makes ordinary men out of us all.  Happy Birthday to me.  

summer's end

Tonight feels like the sun is extinguished and with heavy hearts we search for what remains staring back at us.

In Defense

In Defense of Melancholy
Pablo Medina

At least once a week
I walk into the city of bricks
where the rubies grow

and the killers await
the coming of doves and cats.

I pass by the homes of butchers
and their knives sharpened by insomnia

to the river of black sails
and the torn-up sea and the teeth of dogs.

She waits for me in a narrow bed,
watching the rain
that gathers on the broken street

and the weak light of dusk
and the singing trees.

 

Hunter

 
...and the art of holding on.

music by birds

Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.

Rita, Raquel, Redemption

Affection grows in a dark cell.  Ok, that's a bit much.  Let's not do this.  In the grim I think as a way to cope with time and its relentless rhythm.

Rita, Raquel, and Redemption, May 2015

Seen & Heard

* Desperately trying to piece together the "Lightness" on the battered cover of a book I've yet to finish. - Borrowed: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

* It's high time to rebel. The quest for liberation is calling. - Health & art & morning horoscope by D.

chances

On Being

On Being an Artist
Noelle Kocot


Saturn seems habitual,
The way it rages in the sky
When we’re not looking.
On this note, the trees still sing
To me, and I long for this
Mottled world. Patterns
Of the lamplight on this leather,
The sun, listening.
My brother, my sister,
I was born to tell you certain
Things, even if no one
Really listens. Give it back
To me, as the bird takes up
The whole sky, ruined with
Nightfall. If I can remember
The words in the storm,
I will be well enough to sit
Here with you a little while.

be kind

Happy Earth Day

Pale Blue Dot from ORDER on Vimeo.

A Darkroom Diary

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