Feathers, Leaves and Carapaces.

Rectangles become curves, become structures.
Materials form themselves, listen...

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The Path.

Traces. The path shows itself over time.

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I Make Art...

Because it hurts.


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Exhibitions - Now.

The photo/drawing/video project Topologies is being exhibited from January 8 to March 31, 02011:

Galerie Trécarré.

The photography project Blank Emptiness (Blanc) is being exhibited from January 12 to March 16, 02011:

Salon Irène Grant-Guérette.

Enjoy...

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Coc00n.

I have been involved in this project as of late:

Coc00n.

Took some time, but worth every second!

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Formations.

I am currently settling in.

[HERE].

I will update soon...


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From the Migration.

I have returned.

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Untitled [Printshop Series]... continued.

What was new(s) is archived in the past.
The past and the future, in the present.

"This present moment used to be the unimaginable future"
Stewart Brand, The Clock of the Long Now

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Untitled [Printshop Series].

Construction of language... becomes landguage.

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Thank You.

Stundars...

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Cut and Paste.

Observe, directly.

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Words [To be Constructed].

The gamut is infinite.

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The Hint [of something else].

Through the grey, familiar shapes appear.


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This Way.

Direction sometimes befuddles me.
Like an arc through the sky, piercing, unable to change itself.
Straight lines bend over time...

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We Are Now [Ghosts]

Tongue finished fumbling
phrases as perfection lost,
where the ghosts dressed.


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Frost Writings #1.

So many variations, so little time.

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8th.

There's something about permanence... that is comforting.

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Seeing Single. | Seeing Double.

In the slurry of winter... alone we stand before the vast whiteness.
And sometimes we stand together.

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Division. Again.

Around the bend, there seems to be light.

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Calm.

As we wait for something...
flakes become lines, become direction, become cover.
The secret ministry of snow.

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And then grain. Explosive.

Ghosts of snow, darkroom missage.

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Color. | Night.

Saturation.

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Photokeratitis.

As darkness envelops me, I walk blindly into the sun.

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Life is a...

Wonderful thing. Yes it is.

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Darkness. | Depth.

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Acute Angles And Curves.

Indeed. Trust a viewfinder to be cruel.
With incomparable memory, it never lets you forget the shot you couldn't get.

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Note. | Direction.

Sometimes a reflection anchors the composition.

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Day | Going | Toward.

Travel. Motion. Again.
The world shifts constantly.

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The Hunt.

And the camera turns swiftly, cutting through the motion.
You never saw me coming.
I too, sir, hunt.


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The Wait [Accumulation].

Time weighs heavily on those who do things.

"Work Comes Out of Work"
[Richard Serra]


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Vertical Similarities.

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The Impostor.

Twilight hides things, but also reveals impostors.

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Containment.

"Frame the subject," he said, "and breathe."

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This evening...

This should be fun!

Beam me up!                          [There]


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Diversions...

Losing yourself is good.
This becomes part of the ever-transformation that we become.

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Night Cautions.

Reminds me of something else...

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Jack Frost Arrives...

Sometimes the nippy weather becomes part of us, part of our souls.

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