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I need to create the systems that support the life I want to lead. That thought has been repeating in my head for weeks now. Possibly months. It’s all I’ve been working on. Longer than that, I’ve know I need to live a nonconventional life. Years ago I was walking through a plaza at sunrise…
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I’m sitting at a desk, in a house on a farm, looking out a window. I’m not watching what’s happening outside the window, even though it is the most glorious day to look upon. It’s so lovely that I could be feeling guilt for not being out there in that day full of sun and…
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Inside me, suspended between my sternum and diaphragm At the base of where I imagine my heart there is a kernel of False Knowledge The fear that there is something about me seen by the world, to which I am blind That makes me inherently Unlovable
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One month (and a bit) into this grand experiment of making-one’s-way-through-life-via-art and I feel great, and horrible. Maple syrup sweetness and gut punch bitterness. Crappy pieces of mail and wonderful friends. Not that these are sides of coins, or that I believe life is as simple as binary examples would imply. I just know that…
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When I go for a walk and happen to go past your place occasionally I will look over towards where I imagine you to be. It’s a habit I haven’t quite broken yet. On a wintery evening you were at my place in an attempt to reforge our relationship. After an ending that tore so…
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Throughout the summer of 2020 I worked on a series of paintings called 1.5 Million Balloons. I had thought about these paintings for a couple years and decided to stop thinking and start painting, thanks pandemic! They started out as an exercise, an attempt, something just for me. As I shared them on social media,…
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Once again I’m revamping my website. My inner monologue wants to be negative and start a long winded case about sticking with things. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, I’m not buying that bullshit anymore. Change is good. Trust the mystery. Each time I start over here I feel like I have a better idea of what…
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In organizing my photos, I keep finding old work that I really love. That makes me happy has an artist. To find things that make me smile, knowing I made them and I still like them. It’s like I’m saying, “I still like me.” These random photos from an impromptu trip to Centralia on October…
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I miss being able to get close to people. Being front row, and witnessing beautiful performances by beautiful people. I want to ramble on about how I feel, but that felt too myopic. I just simply miss being close to people. It’ll be a weird and different world when we can fully reemerge. It was…
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