New York City: Year 2.

If you read my few posts from 2018, you will know that last year I built a 50+ shoot, 7-week tour all on my own (and with a little help from a friend) in over 25 towns and cities across the U.S.  In my dreaming, dreamy head I was going to write this epic blog-novel... Continue Reading →

The End of a Tour

I managed to make it to the end of my tour without writing much at all along the way.  I had an amazing trip, and the only thing I would change is spending an hour every day just journaling.  I put a lot of pressure on myself to make perfect posts every time I sat... Continue Reading →

About Love… in scientifically accurate poem form.

The heaviest weight my neck should bear is a 22-bone skull, 100 billion neurons, 100,000 miles of blood vessels, myelin, and long, dark hair.   Yet what weighs heaviest exists invisibly. Consciousness, sentience, wakefulness, subjectivity. Thought, ideas, the arrangement of ideas as an outcome of thought, the either spontaneous or willed act of thinking which produces thought.... Continue Reading →

New York City: Part 1.

NYC.  I slayed it.  It devoured me.  We're even. I arrived in New York on the afternoon of April 30th, spat out into the subway among a throbbing vengeance of a trillion footsteps, smirking New Yorkers trampling me as I lugged 70 lbs of lingerie to the L line. In a residential Brooklyn neighborhood, I... Continue Reading →

Thisbe’s Thoughts on Love

There is no way around those days that are made up mostly of romantic moments in states of stillness, from making it into the bank of memories that ping your aging heart. We really are just muscle and blood, formed out of history’s rubble and backsplash.  Time, incidental, makes the made unmade, and the unmade... Continue Reading →

Chicago in a Nutshell

I’ve never considered myself a city person, but NYC makes me long deeply for LA.  I guess I’ve already accomplished a goal on this trip, then, to take a break form LA.  Once I got to work here, I started feeling more grounded, but while the city buzzes on and on, I sit solo in... Continue Reading →

On the precipice of unknown adventure, like a landmark rising from the horizon at first glimpse to migrants, or pirates, I hold a handmade roadmap of tomorrows’ sunrises.  It may alter as I saunter east, here and there, but the guide is clear.  What began as a vague notion of extended travel east of the... Continue Reading →

Creative collaborations on little sleep, fashioned of scant material, against colorful canvases, beneath sun or strobing lights.   Shutter clicks, director’s cues, internal dialogue.   Inspiration, frustration, sensuality, duality. Our species is: artist.  Nutrition source: light or the lack thereof — natural, cfl, led.  Our artistry dances on two sides of the same piece of... Continue Reading →

First Night.

All the stuff I own is wrapped up tight in a 10x10ft storage unit.  I couldn't stand to put the stuffed wolf that I've anthropomorphized and slept with for the past 2 years in a box, so Partario stands guard.  1:23am.  I can't sleep.  I miss my bed. I'm lying awake on my friend Eliza's*... Continue Reading →

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