Patterns in a Field
Late in June, within a space of several acres. Ubiquitous, ephemeral, as magnificent as any Pollock. Continue reading
Late in June, within a space of several acres. Ubiquitous, ephemeral, as magnificent as any Pollock. Continue reading

Photographs from aimless wandering of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, with two conscious avoidances: the 18th and 19th century European sculpture, as they belonged in the living room of an old lady who serves hard candy to visitors; and the Egyptian collection, victim of its own popularity, like skinny jeans. Continue reading

The first story in Tao Lin’s Bed — entitled “Love is a Thing on Sale for More Money Than There Exists”, in which a young-twentysomething relationship dissolves as the man slips into self-centered torpor, delivered by Lin in a smartly faux-slacker voice that nearly veils, and thus magnifies, an underlying desperation — is excellent. Continue reading

One of the nicest things about old second-hand books is what falls unexpectedly from them: notes, shopping lists, receipts, dried flowers. Continue reading

In this tender scene, the Holy Family is shown resting in their flight to escape Herod, the ruler of Galilee. Joseph had been warned in a dream that Herod was searching for the Christ child to kill him.
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The New Museum’s exterior is far more appealing than its office cubicle-turned-warehouse interior; likewise, the time-lapse video of its construction is more interesting than anything now inside it. Continue reading

My photographs are all in one place, more or less. I’ll be posting assorted galleries in coming days, in lieu of having to punch out more words.
Up first: a collection I hadn’t even planned to put up, comprised of images shot, scanned, tweaked and tugged from 1999 to roughly 2002. I’m not sure what they mean now; I’m not sure what they meant then. I’m familiar with them, but at a distance, like someone you used to know well but rarely see now. Whether this has a psychological dimension — who knows. Each brings back a memory, some brighter than others, particularly those taken during the early, wonderful days of a very special relationship. But on the whole they seem a bit dark, and those years had a dark tinge. The last few years have been far better; the resulting images are lighter.