The kinetic energy of New York City intrigues me. An average of 26,000 people live in each square mile of this city. Every day we commute together, caught in a rush of flurry and energy to complete for our place. We group together at the sidewalks edge, but we do not touch. We stand toe to toe on the subway, but we do not speak. We are all caught in the whirlwind of motion to keep going and survive.
the beauty of fusing photography and film
To be remembered when it never seems to be enough…
“Just wanted to let you know that I think you work is
beautiful and magical. I especially love how sometimes it’s
not a picture of a person, but more like ‘ oh look, there’s
a person in this picture!’.
You work marvelously with light too.
Thanks for inspiring me.”
Thank you
I’ve come out of the quiet now to start making noise again. I am now living in NYC beginning my MFA in Photography at Parsons. Pictures are sure to follow…
Why I Am Not A Painter
by Frank O’hara
i am not a painter. i am a poet.
why ? i think i would rather be
a painter, but i am not. well,
for instance, mike goldberg
is starting a painting. i drop in.
” sit down and have a drink ” he
says. i drink; we drink. i look
up. ” you have SARDINES in it. “
” yes, it needed something there. “
” oh.” i go and the days go by
and i drop in again. the painting is
finished. ” where’s SARDINES ? “
all that’s left is just
letters, ” it was too much.” mike says.
but me ? one day i am thinking of
a color : orange. i write a line
about orange. pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
then another page. there should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. days go by. it is even in
prose, i am a real poet. my poem
is finished and i haven’t mentioned
orange yet. it’s twelve poems, i call
it ORANGES. and one day in a gallery
i see mike’s painting, called SARDINES.
Third Biennial Photography Auction at Norton Museum of Art has one of my photographs from the series “Fur”.
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