Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Wait 'til I get my money right, then you can't tell me nothin.

Recently, tried to dip my pinky toe into the shallow waters of more marketable yet less inspired photography. I like to call it dentist office art. Gross, I know, but how else do you get your art bought by dentists? and doctors and other people who have the disposable income to buy art? I love my friends and I appreciate that they like my work but...y'know, my friends don't have any money to buy it right now. so where does that leave me? Broke as shit, that's where. But temper tantrum aside, I may have a new series on my hands:

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Land is for the living

In Atlanta, there is a very old cemetery filled with confederate soldiers and free masons....a LOT of free masons. I stand by my original statement. Land is for the living, why would I get buried? Just to be desecrated by a parking garage 500 years later. No thank you, spread my ashes across whatever you feel best represented me in life. My body won't matter anymore. With that said, I find cemeteries a great place to contemplate the universe.