i think i am in hell, therefore i am...

new work the "jagerleisa?" commissioned by Brandon Yakitori begun in my makeshift Claremont, NH studio - a small very recent highlight living in a town where there is no place to go... but up and i must tear it all down to get there - so far so good, my psychological state is stripped down to the primal elements of despair and catharsis, as they intern harmonize with the random forces of chaos and *luck. thank agog for small miracles... 

lv*

a daze of work, honest.

fell off in my hands. honest. i am very dirty here, can you tell?

empty space

from here i get a little signal so i can sometimes send you my thoughts... sometimes... and only if those thoughts are worthy... what am i saying... forget it, forget everything... back to my empty space...

kitchen of tomorrow

some believed that in kitchen of the future - "mothers would push buttons fast to irradiate frozen, computer-inventoried pre-fab meals: split second lunches, color-keyed disposable dishes, all part of the instant society of tomorrow. A society rich in leisure and taken-for-granted comforts..." my-kitchen of tomorrow now looks like this...

working on miracle street...

Interior view of 174 Main Street and a small glimpse of the task before me.

#13

What was i going to say? comm'on man... really... what was it? 6/6 always holds a specific relevance for me (it relates to the christ story in some sort of way, but more of that later... i suppose). 

the impetuous for this story began somewhere between 1993 - 1995 and my introduction to a chemical substance known to incite the "nietzchian  superman complex" --  and yes, those two years may have lingered on for two centuries for all i know... i have all my chemically induced text to prove it... 

anywho this story ends up, of course, back on a long, long greyhound trip home (for three days and three nights remember that christ story i promised you) and this now begins my thirteenth year of a humbled, stung-out return to my native new england coast... 

meantime, at present i struggle with being newly unemployed (perhaps the best shot in the arm my 'artistic' career has had in sometime), new mini-film projects in the works, a new home/studio to build, and lots to go through/clear out as is my compulsion to save everything...

whatelse? well, lets see... here it is...

Where the air is clear...

May 25 Sea Point Beach Kittery, Maine. i'm here as often as i can and thank you to my beautiful, crazy, amazing friends who make it possible for me. the day was perfect and if you're reading this then you may have a clue why... like the singer said, "it's here where the air is clear, where far off things can be quite near..."

there, here & now

yes, we are leaving...

it is early spring in this small town. a view from my bedroom window looking east. yes, the documentation will continue of my departure - and arrival to whatever is awaiting there- a few towns south.

...a house wide with dust...

...there was this town...

...in the church of my heart - the choir is on fire...

views from the terrace...

my reality... comprised of chaos and disorder...

my views from the terrace...

rizotto, the stuffed tuna, and the orpheus tree - traditionally 'up' until easter but what the hell?!? ...so much for tradition.



the 'fated sky' and another view...