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14 Days.

I’m setting off for ABQ in fourteen days.

Today I realize that this is not a very long time. By now, I’ve uprooted and headed out and been on the road so much and so many times, that fourteen days seems like an eternity. And still, the next fourteen days will fly by . . . it’s times like this when it seems I’m sliding down a giant rope, feeling every moment whizz by fully. And […]

The First Time I Ever Burned My Art

A couple of years ago, I burned some of my art for the first time. Before that moment, I’d held onto the flurry of those wrinkled drawings from art school for years. Hording them – allowing one pile to rot under my bed and another to bleed and fester in the damp dark mildew behind the couch. And then, suddenly . . . it was just time.

I stood in front of the burn barrel, leafing […]

Kurt Lives Forever, Man

We all impact one another as human beings. Witness the following as but one example:

1. Kurt Vonnegut writes many great books. One is “Bluebeard.”
2. A friend of mine reads it.
3. This friend lets me borrow it.
4. In the book, I pick up the phrase “baby-shit brown.”
5. I use the term “baby-shit brown” with Rodrigo, a gay, card-carrying Republican wardrobe designer I know.
6. Rodrigo has used the phrase “baby-shit brown” in every conversation I’ve had with […]

The Arrow of Focus

I see an arrow, turning around in blackness inside my mind’s eye, as if twirling on an invisible lazy-susan display in the night time sky. I see the shaft of wood with grain and texture, oil and dirt. The feathers on the end have shape and definition and some are stuck together with grease. The point is sharp greying metal.

Suddenly, the arrow flies through the blackness, piercing it, entering another dimension, entering a forested world […]

The Ritual of Departure

Tis the night before leaving and the rhythm is always kind of the same. I haven’t even packed my backpack yet. That comes later. My plane leaves in eight hours. What’s really important to me right now, though, is cooking and laundry. And then there’s the endless minutia of details that will all fall gracefully into place as they always do. Sleep will also come later.

I just played an Iron Chef match with myself. The […]

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I still shoot film too.

I will always shoot film as long as it continues to be manufactured. I enjoy alternative processes. I enjoy the tangible nature of film. I enjoy shooting it, and knowing that each frame that advances is precious and often the energy of film’s finite nature transfers to the final picture. I like playing with and manipulating Polaroid emulsion by hand. Nothing in a digital program can take the place of true infrared filmstock or true […]

What is an artist-adventurer, anyway?

What is an artist adventurer? Everyone always asks . . .

The capacity to be an artist adventurer is in each one of us.

Becoming an artist adventurer has been a very personal journey for me over the past few years. It all began on a dark Georgia freeway nearly ten years ago. My life was very different and I certainly wasn’t living life on purpose. As I drove that early Christmas morning before sunrise, I dreamed […]