sometimes i work

photos :: gisela borghi

my fave simones

rad dad riot

my dad's law school band. i'm so loving this. someone made a video. no one knows who. amazing. he's on drums...

ooooh

tears in the typing pool. i need to figure out the chords to this pronto.

little things

that form big things

that form bigger things

that shrink the seas

that float the heirloom wardrobes

under westward cumuli

gypsy light wands measure density

rather than luster

rather than miles

simply warmth and faceless wonder

bumblefuckaloo

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

dj distract-a-glass

didn't take this photograph, but i did do this to it whilst lost in photo class today...

darktown strutters

centraltrak opening

this was my favorite. the resident opened his studio/living space to visitors. i don't know if you can tell from the photo (which does it absolutely NO justice), but they are individual threads, run back and forth around a series of nails placed in the top and bottom of the wall. this work covered the entire wall and took a total of 12 DAYS to complete as documented and shown in a time-lapse video. amazing...

worky snowy

snow day

lunch...

is something sad happening here?

every day

i'm no uta barth, but i'm into this idea. here's my 'every day' project for photo class. picked my favorite images from 10 consecutive days of pictures. dig itttttttttt.

Paint Chip Grid (Assignment Uno)

um

let's see:

new stuff::

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got a raise (YES)

was very generously offered a photo show (@ bows + arrows may 22)

was very generously offered a solo show (@ amsterdam march 10)

-the last materialized while waiting for a surprisingly necessary, pretty penny tire overhaul, ugh

project for photo class going well. got to see a really interesting lecture by photographer gregory crewdson this evening. weird dude, but technically very exciting imagery in a crooked way.

other than that, just going to keep producing work for upcoming said shows. CUE NERVOUS EXCITED BELLY THINGS... hope you're there.

tiddlywinks

blue thinks

mint drinks

passed waste

wasted paste

post haste

fallen dock

hollyhock

mr. spock

wheely well

fortune fell

dumpster smell

hate that day

when i say

forge the fray

maybe something

ruddy man temple

clean slate baby

father's gone and died

i'm gonna build you a place

we're gonna grow inside

we'll journey to the white city

in 1885

rubble only charmed the sky

after kitty caught my eye

until the ceilings ceased to climb

and i was no longer satisfied

with boxes and boxes and boxes

in the prairieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

missionary baby

we're gonna end the time

i'm tellin you, this space

golden greens and modern minds