Future?

The shop of the future?
...need I say more...
been long.
I will begin doing things more frequently.
I need to.
necessity is.

Sometimes there are ugly distortions of memory.

"...as emptiness lies there, like the black, cold pool it is."

Somewhere, it takes a while for familiarity.

I hope you are breathing calmly now.

and we can still see the distance... from here it looks like a long road.

And the sky would become immense.

The Mighty Exit.
Forever a just a doorway.
Perhaps this is the liminal space...

Subjects are changing and there is still good in the world, this I am certain.

Composing with these turn of events at the moment.
[ReFocusing]
Sometimes Depth of Field is what we need...

So now I work (for you).

And the process begins anew.
I am fully capable of understanding things, this I know.
You taught me strange, wonderful things...

And so things change.

I am sorry. But I can't change anything...
Say Hi to Gerry for me.
(for FC 01947-02007)

Incongruous Commodification: A Pathology.

This new work redefines things...
I catch myself in disbelief, unknowingly escaping the absolute.
Incongruous Commodification [of Time] : A Pathology.

Images are coming, they are being created as you read.

The Behavior of Unidentifiable Networks...

I have been quite anxious as of late. New work is becoming the obsession of the times. I am seeing it again. Something always lurks in the shadows. Trust it...

...and, last.

New work... finally. I am enjoying the new that I had forgotten. Regina Spektor says "try to love the things you took," I wonder if she is referring to photography? This one is for the Masta. He knows the significance of everything. Especially this.

Light is definitely misunderstood. I am at one with the ghosts of photographers past.... 'tis the season.

I bend to the will of the road.

Oh, and sometimes there is mystery left within our communities. This November, there seems to be a misunderstanding between light and darkness...

We never really know where we will end up... just when we thought we did.

There is a new vision for the circumstances at hand.

The new. The old. The indifferent. My days are filled with joy and sorrow, let equilibrium rule...