pierced by reflections

Push the pedal

2009-06-29T02:35:00.001-07:00

Thick Space

2009-06-23T03:10:00.004-07:00

It starts in the chest, grows into the throat and envelopes the cheeks and jaw. Peer over it; you're barely tall enough to see: the thick space. A high density pressure, an invisible force... pressing. Like a shy child, you try to observe without being observed, breaking into nervous laughter when caught or asked a question. Try to speak while smiling that reassuring smile, the one that is supposed to indicate an inner happiness - the one that looks false and is detected as shallow desperation, or worse, vanity.

Dinner

2009-06-23T02:52:00.003-07:00

She's blonde. Blue-eyed. Has an accent. Intelligent, endearing, voluptuous and plump-lipped. I've met her before, with a different face in another place. She tells stories of her sexual adventures at the dinner table: travel; pleasure; money. She revealed her breasts for trips to islands, pleasured a woman for airfare. She tells her tales of erotic escapades without remorse, without rosy cheeks. She tells them in a lowered voice, looking deep into the eyes of my boyfriend. She wants him to want her, and she wants me to know, and I want to pierce her fucking eye with my salad fork.

Dear 'Blank'

2009-06-23T02:00:00.004-07:00

A sliver of skin between the top of your jeans and the hem of your printed tee. A hidden glance and I want to taste your lips... my head is unclear... intoxicated by desire

Oil Pastel #6

2009-04-27T06:25:00.000-07:00

Where?

2009-04-25T21:59:00.000-07:00

"The long night"

2009-04-25T21:26:00.001-07:00

internal integrity

2009-04-15T07:11:00.002-07:00

...learning to talk as I write vs savouring thoughts to use as stories...
ie, I won't make myself vulnerable again, to chase after something like a little dog begging for attention / affection... to be distracted, to be disconnected.. this is the training that sought to 'untrain' my thought processes. What is left when the untrain-training is undone?

On understanding

2009-04-15T06:48:00.004-07:00

In the search for understanding, there lies the fear of being misunderstood. But if there can be no perfect form of communication, is the search in vain?

Dear 'blank'

2009-04-15T06:43:00.002-07:00

‘friendship flows’, and thank you, but I already knew

exhale those words, quietly so no one hears
warm and trembling
I'll kiss you on the forehead
promising never again

but the arch of ecstasy waits in a spinning room

maybe I thought I would save you
wincing the whole way through

inner dialogue outward-bound

2009-04-15T06:39:00.002-07:00

Expect delays, neglect, repressed expression

On action:reaction

2009-04-15T06:32:00.002-07:00

Dust bunny vs the hairy spider
It's in the corner
but I can't see it clearly enough
to decide if I should
scream or
sweep

Fears

2009-04-15T06:31:00.002-07:00

Things I fear more than spiders:
complacency
routine
permanency
dependency

On Passion

2009-04-15T06:21:00.002-07:00

If you want to know 'passion,' I can show it to you. But like familiarity, it is not 'love'
Passion is violent
Passion is sacrifice
Passion is the back of a hand against an innocent face

Questions on 'the concept'

2009-04-15T06:07:00.003-07:00

Vos mentioned he wanted a plaque to explain his concept of the cenotaph to the general public. Would this mean that the work becomes more about the architect's concept (read: ego) and less about the cenotaph? Should the public have an explanation of a symbolic object? If so, then the symbol lives in words, not in the object.

Don't stimulate me

2009-04-15T05:48:00.004-07:00

If one is constantly stimulated, does stimulation become the norm; does it become more difficult to experience pleasure, or do moments of non-stimulus become more potent and therefore as strongly desired as pleasure once was?

Stimulate me

2009-04-15T05:25:00.007-07:00

Disappearing into thought speaks more of the ego than of the urban environment: my own thoughts take precedence over my surroundings. Does the built world affect this disappearance? It does in the sense that it isn't sufficiently stimulating to draw me out of my own head. 'Stimulating' is subjective; 'stimulating for myself' means related to or contrary to myself - always referenced to 'self'. I suppose it invites a response, but my own ego is at the base of the non-reaction.

2009-01-26T03:58:00.001-08:00

Metal and asphalt at midnight

threshold

2009-01-24T06:31:00.002-08:00

processing threshold orientation
or, on friction and spatial activation

the gallery

2007-10-12T07:06:00.000-07:00

Rushmore Street - a gallery of Australian art
used to be a corner grocer's.
painted white stone walls
dark concrete floor slab meets cherry wood slats
red painted basement floor
entrance through a sliding door (in a garden courtyard)
2 ladies with orange flower glasses sitting high above
exhibition opening on Wednesday they say
I took some dated cards

2007-10-12T06:30:00.000-07:00

On the way to the university. Flat, wide opening, partially covered, kids on longboards with bright green wheels, 2 per board. Sitting cross-legged on the raised concrete people smile at me. An elderly man with long white dreads in the back, short on top. Sort of a mullet, I guess.

Friday!

2007-10-12T05:57:00.000-07:00

Wandering Southern Cross Station
Single Capacity Twisty Wooden Chairs
Sketching the skyline
and my foot

Sight Lines

2007-10-12T05:54:00.000-07:00

Sydney to Melbourne

2007-10-12T05:02:00.001-07:00

23 / night for a week
Urban Central *
Internet 5$ an hour

What the fuck am I doing here

2 torn pages

LA to Sydney

2007-10-12T05:01:00.000-07:00

Sleep
Wood frame construction, corrugated metal to avoid heat absorption
My pen exploded.
Steve on the Gold Coast
3 daughters in fashion design, teaching, environmental something

And don't mistake familiarity for love.

Denver to LA

2007-10-12T05:00:00.001-07:00

Someone's toes by my elbow

Red haze over the snow-topped mountains

Circuit-board city

Stuck at LAX

Re-routed

Winnipeg to Denver

2007-10-12T04:55:00.000-07:00

This transition, it's fictitious anyway. Hesitation, it will pull me through, farther than you could.

A single tree in a dried up river bed
Topography that looks like pencil crayon scratchings
Still high enough to die if we fall

This story begins with a broken heart,
not mine,
and ends with none (without one)

tertiary territory

2006-09-28T21:31:00.000-07:00

evening the plane

2006-09-18T17:38:00.000-07:00

summer snow

2006-09-17T10:31:00.000-07:00

hiking the hermit

It is what it isn't

2006-09-12T20:46:00.000-07:00

how it feels

2006-07-20T20:49:00.000-07:00

to sleep on concrete

English Bay sounds

2006-06-29T11:17:00.000-07:00

Preliminary Purpose

2006-06-26T15:10:00.000-07:00

A general, non-linear record of images and words to help me remember myself.

Montreal Graffiti

2006-06-09T12:01:00.000-07:00

Graffiti is a sign of decay??

Soccer near Sunset

2006-06-09T11:49:00.000-07:00

Momemtary Collision

2006-06-07T22:45:00.000-07:00

Rain, lightning, tears, and driving

Empathetic Pathetic

2006-06-07T21:36:00.000-07:00

Lemon meringue pie and pink petals on the sidewalk under the tree we'll look for some shade where there's only a shadow sing me a song about being released and pretend it's not personal I'll take the smile from that stranger but I won't give it back you take the last bite of sweet lemon jelly and tell me to find the deeper beauty in life I guess it's time to go

'Climbing,' not 'Rock Climbing'

2006-06-07T20:13:00.000-07:00

Enchanted Forest

2006-06-04T14:55:00.000-07:00