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Sunday and Monday self-portraits. September 7 & 8, 2014.

(and a very close likeness of my.Little House on the Prairie muu-muu)

Ingredients 10.1 - 10.4 (part of ongoing series)

chicken bones, skin, cartilage, bay leaves, salt, pepper, celery salt Produced: burned and discarded chicken stock

January, 2014.

My images from Kara Walker’s “A Subtlety”

The first thing I noticed wasn’t the smell, of cloying sugar and molasses, something more…human…it was the sound.  The cavernous, hollow-hum of voices reverberating, of the ghosts of machines and workers.  Then, then the smell hits you, and then the boys greet you, and then there she is. 

It’s a shame that some people felt the need to respond to her nudity with juvenile photos (pretending to hold her breast, giggling at her exposed backside), but I suppose that says more about the individuals than the work, or maybe both.

On the way out, or in, depending on how you view it, is one exposed hole in the wall.  I’m curious if it was intentional, or just happenstance.  It bears resemblance to a porthole, a porthole on a ship with a view of the other side of the river, of Manhattan, but more directly, of the housing projects, lined up like complicated dominos.

June, 2014.

Brooklyn, NYC.

Geographical Navel-gazing

Nearly to New York, the clouds put on a show. View high resolution

Nearly to New York, the clouds put on a show.

[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
— Kurt Vonnegut - Wikiquote
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