going to bed thinking about how badly i want sawdust mountain.

in the family

kenneth ken srivijittakar

because we need it

no problem

my world is exploding!

i just did the dishes, reconnected with a serious lost love, tailored 4 pairs of pants, bought salmon steak, and sold my chair.

wish my hair could have more volume though.

to see color is a magical thing. not in the mere sense of printing, but to actually see, to digest, to experience color as a part of your human metabolism is unlike anything i can express right now- an episode of life without rudeness, pure intermittent joy.

my dance tutor

young artists i love

Alan Scott, master of building brick ovens: commerce with morality, wealth with work and science with humanity

more or less new work
with more to come.

For E. Youle

looking at grad schools is detrimental.

but also, why photography?

my metabolism - the sum of physical and chemical processes, a transformation- the renewal of my human spirit is not interested in the responsibility of finding the social, cultural, or art historical context to my passions (my devotion to avoiding a muted copy of the world). i want the manifested act of seeing.

also, it seems that life is a mating call.

at wolfie's house

cashmere sun

slid under a car today- i got up with more color in my cheeks than before (not from blood). the bike accident shook the shit out of me, and now i am back on the streets with raw belly and bruised limbs.

i made three excellent prints today. 4 left to go, and i plan on becoming an amateur framer. im going to put my money into some tools (a mini miter saw - 7 bones).

zach got me hooked on mississippi records, and i am high on that uncharted shit (r&b, soul, reggae and blues).

it is as massive as Anne's thigh.

Chicago Gallery News Listing

we walk to make the road: check it out

better without the music!

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on another note, when i get home, my sorrow will be over

zach is here. last night we met my neighbors, ate ethiopian food, drank beer at the tiny bar. today is bike riding in the rain, walking around, going to the beautiful library, and feeling good. cereal tacos for breakfast!

you are a comfort to me

1. today i spent 3 hours fixing the color processor. i learned that these flat bed units come in two parts. the first part contains two rollers, the first one for developing (the most filthy, although it does not really look that) and the second roller for blix. IT IS HORRIBLE to contaminate. that is one section, the other section contains three rollers; two water baths, and then a dryer. i removed the latter section entirely, leaving me to wash my own prints. it is strange because the ease/joy of color printing is that it is not a wet process (for you). [i printed for 2 hours. my print was really magenta and then really lime green. now it is brown, which is getting there because the photograph is of dirt.]

2. augusta and i talked about fantasy last night. i was so crazy for love at the mere age of 3. i loved the idea of being in love, and so in love. i thought mystery was the most essential thing in life, in loving life, in attractiveness. i also have (and still do) really liked the idea of working hard. in my physical existence, i sucked on my hair so it would dry together and i could hear the crisp of the bristle as i separated it to suck again. i ate the scabs i could reach and would try to share my cake to make friends. . these days my longings are similar. i am often thinking of all the things there are to do, and all the great people to love. i fantasize about living a great love and experiencing a great happy calm, and that everything i see could be gold.

this weekend

Tony/Mr. P buys beer for me.



and I almost fall into lake and definitely sank into a 60 yr old pile of potato shit.

real women longing

you, my mirror

appetite
transcendence
dominant desires
quiet
longing
calm
lust