I wonder about making photographs of pretty things. Like a photograph of a model - is the image interesting? Does it tell a story? Will I ever want to see the image again? Is it something to hang over the couch and dust now and again? A recyclable calendar image?Read More
Dedicating space to my creative life is not easy. Mail, invoices, clipboards with nursery inventory threaten to jump from my desk to empty surface of the cabinet. Only my will keeps them in check. Well-meaning but oblivious co-inhabitants of my home may notice an empty space on the shelf or atop my cabinet and fill that space.Read More
Saturday. Went to see art with a friend. Talked art making and music making with that friend. We both have children and we covered that topic, too. But, we really talked about making work more than our children. At least it feels that way. Just talking a bit about making work feels big.Read More
Frank Talk About Humans by Men's Recovery Project marks my entry into the odder side of music. I still love this album. I saw MRP a few times live. It was a departure from standard hardcore and punk shows.Read More
I had two friends (men) who played instruments, actually played, in fact, one played acoustic guitar really well. Ranging from very pretty, very sweet to very intense stuff. Anyway, they liked me. I liked them. They liked that I didn't know how to play. We spent days and days in the basement or garage making noise. I played in many bands with those guys. Some lasted a month, some lasted years. ISCKYA and TENS Unit were the first two bands, inspired by that raw girl/boy revolutionary spirit of Huggy Bear.Read More
I tend to be serious as h/ll when I write and make photographs. And then I often write about dancing and having fun and wanting to have more fun. So, here are two self-portraits of me happy, doing something I love earlier today.Read More
People have always had tremendous sway in my life. When I've found a place or space, a vocation or an avocation, and I have liked it or I have stuck around with it...it's often because of the people around me.Read More
"Have you ever thought of writing fiction?" Jared asks as I drove as fast as I could, which is usually about 1 to 3 miles per hour slower than the posted speed limit (Sorry, babe. Sorry, everyone who's ever been behind me).Read More
Over the years, Jared has been my champion. He's provided endless feedback. He's foxed typos, endless typos. Ha! Fixed endless typos that I don't catch ever after proofreading my own writing three times.
"Can you read my sh/t?" I ask him. "I know you're busy, but can you read my sh/t?"Read More
I plugged the bass into the amp. "That thing is thankless," he said. We played around.
"I got nothing," Jared said.
"I have no soul with stringed instruments," I said. I wished that stringed instruments had one string.Read More