I ran out to main street, cuz that's where the dream goes.

Doin some still lifes for no reason.


So it seems I've got my fingers in a lot of pies. The georgia series still in progress (it needs a real name), the moody band series now renamed the more poetic "Spirit in the Dark" is being trimmed of its fat. And my lightboxes are waiting to be built and painted. There's also an anima/animus series that is waiting in the wings, waiting on me to start. I just need money money money.

where am i? why can't i just get it together?

This is the first time that I've been brave enough to take my nicest camera out to a party. I don't know why i say brave, i must've been on crack to think this was ok. All of my greatest fears were confirmed. Yes i did get beer on the lens. Yes i did get knocked over with camera in hand. Yes i did almost drop it. Moral of the story.....parties were made for toy cameras, not real ones. realtalk.

Adrienne and Kristen and cameras.

Kristen insisted on armpit hair. she wanted more and more like patti smith. I had to thin it out a little in post though cuz it was starting to distract from her face. and that's real.

New Portraits. Yes, I do portraits too. This one was a collaboration really. She insisted on neutrality and green nail polish. I was happy to oblige. It was taken impromptu at a birthday party last week.

aerials.

atmospheres and works in progress.

There's a new series bubbling underneath all of this. Can you see it? I'm adding these to my georgia swamp series.

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:

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.