Dec 042019

This is work I abandoned in 1986, a dismal MFA critique and a long road to wanting to find the energy source of this work. So now, I am coming back to it, I don’t think I got got to where I wanted to. A spiffy new camera makes it very easy to work in the dark with a flashlight and a 25 year old Metz flash.

Is it about anything? Good question…. The mechanical permutations of the body have always fascinated me. How can we shape-shift ourselves into another dimension of existence? Is this not where the collective consciousness becomes visible?

And yet, it does not look like anything at all…

Swan is a reference to the long languorous journey that is “A la rechèrche du temps perdu”, still reading it… been reading it for almost 20 years, there are tedious moments.

Nov 202019

Well, I have not been making images very much in the last couple of years. I have concentrated all my efforts on developing work with sound. And it has been going well, but my web presence was more at SoundCloud than here. Speaking of which, I am considering moving to BandCamp.

So after much waiting, I have finally taken the step and upped my game in the digital imaging world with the purchase of a new and really nice camera.

I am fascinated with work sites.

Site of a foggy work site, excavators in the horizon.
On a strange weather morning, work continues in faery light.
Jan 172018

Eyes closed, wide shut

Lashes lashed to interior spaces

Spaces rife within a rut

A hand full of aces.

Hold, Fold

A story so very old

A wager on the odds of losing everything

A match slowly sparking.



Closed as slits, opened to the inside. Eyes looking internally for sparks and misfires, signs of loss of circuitry, excess of voltage unchecked.

Jan 162018

Trying to avoid too much personal detail in these posts. It is difficult seeing where I am and have been for a good while. Suffering the consequence of a mixture of medical substances to help control too many issues with my bowels and my brains. On is perhaps equal to the other but needing different profilaxis all leading to seizure and discombobulations.

Sense of time altered, hours run into minutes and hours run into days, not in any particular order. It is omission and commission and often par for course on this weird GPS track. I am hoping to make a map of it all, with a starting point and an exit point where I leave this world of whirligigs and bobs and bits. Small pieces of puzzles without a reference.

New information gleaned during one of the tests, some strange swelling of the lymph nodes on the right side of my neck. There was a biopsy and nothing malignant was found. I will be fascinating to see where the course of treatment will lead me.

Between the ears, a textured and snowy surface. Vegetation struggling with the unfriendly season to find peace in dormancy.