drenched
December. 7. 2011
Got drenched in the chilly evening shower today but loved it for the above reasons. There are probably an infinite number of ways to kiss the rain- these are just some of mine…
gotta love that iphone after all
look up, look out
November. 2. 2011
as the snow flashes by…
Storm
October. 12. 2011
Dark thunderstorms translate into reassuring, soothing, near spiritual experiences for me. Always have.
I grew up in the foothills of the Himalayas whose soil seeped into me when the rain poured down. An expert paper boat maker, I’d chase the rain and sail my boats in the puddles it left behind for days. Squatting little knees bent, toes at the edge of the water, careful not to wet my tomboyish knickerbockers…I remember coaxing my boats and singing to the rain each time I find myself mid-song in downpour…
This painting was an experiment in black…See, black is never black-I wonder if you can see the greens, blues and reds in clouds rolling in-
abandon
March. 27. 2011
faces become irrelevant sometimes
bar & grill
January. 30. 2011
night wandering…
the mother tongue
December. 15. 2010
resurrecting an ancient language in starlight…
sensuously earthen
primordially timeless
which language does one employ to describe another?
re-learning Sanskrit from texts of the Gita-
I think all the wisdom of the universe is embedded in its very constructs.
you have to know it to know it
of the unreal there is no being, of the real no non-being|
the seers of truth have perceived the essence of both in their encounters with the true||2-13||
inhabiting the global anonymous
December. 10. 2010
Still from a photo essay for the HOGI scholarship, exploring the integration of global trends at a local level on the streets of Tokyo…critically looking in and up.
All in all- quite a trip!
This particular stil intrigues me, given its overtones of motion- displacement from the right to the left…the leaving behind of traditional architecture and moving onwards to the left of the frame…with an unapologetic, matter of factly incorporation of one way of living unto the other.
Nowhere else in the world have these transitions been so seamless, but Tokyo- the psyche of this city of rebirth, having risen from its ashes too many times- it yields, it imbibes, and just goes on and on and on and on…
sentry
November. 22. 2010
You can barely decipher his silhouette in camouflage.
Wonder if he guards the building or its merchandise…
chicago
November. 16. 2010
…written when I was fresh off the boat about nine years ago and landed in Chicago and still used punctuation and capitalization. I can’t pin a picture to this one, yet.
Chicago
Looking out at the sprawl of twenty million left behind at dusk,
bent over the metal rail of the lofty lighthouse in a shadowed skyline
I watched the landscape smoulder in the blueness of the night.
Waters glowed in a full moon like the shivers of a firefly.
The city shone with defiance,
rebelling against the night.
Challenging the authority of the dark
Man made fire-
he
created light.
And, refusing to retire
into the shadows of the dark
I opened my arms and joined in the rebellion.
harajuku
November. 8. 2010
Youth culture is always a pretty accurate reflection of the place of a city in the global sphere…the kids go there first!
Just compare the left side of the photo with the right.
And then think- how much of traditional Japan remains on either side?
Incidentally, this street is dedicated to shopping, and street food. The kids seem to come over after school all dolled up, just to hang- as I am sure you did in some self-appropriated corner of your city in your youthful days…
dior
November. 6. 2010
Dior wearing SANAA-
separation/adornment/ostentatious understatement
I came back reeling from Tokyo’s capacity to CONSUME…
the looking glass
November. 4. 2010
The search for the global anonymous which took me to Tokyo, was for intersections like this one.
It is moments like this that made Tokyo unique- the unapologetic juxtaposition as scattered old sacred shrines quietly nestle into the urban sprawl with a dignified subtlety. When an old city becomes new again, splices such as this are left behind arguably with unintentional intentionality…and in Tokyo, a city with a painful dirth of space, the interstitial boundaries between the two conditions are often reduced to nothing, made more through joints rather than connections.
The architecture of cultural hybridization- need I say more?
smoulder
October. 23. 2010
tangled
October. 3. 2010
Sometimes life can get so tangled up that unwinding seems out of reach, doesn’t it? But then you always get out of it and find your feet. The art of grounding, I call it.
For the past couple of summers, we’ve gotten in the habit of hauling out to a friend’s aunt’s ranch-house in east-jesus-no-where: the middle of hill country. Somehow, the summer feels more languid when you live in a place where your mailbox is 2 miles away.
My idea of luxury is not money and things, but time…easy mornings…living at my own pace.
This is a corner of Aunt June’s house, on a cool summer night. When I shot it I wished the web was more complete- prefect, symmetrical, eye candy-ish…in retrospect, I’m glad it wasn’t.
Did you know spider-webs are stronger than steel?
mytimemachineisyourtimemachine
September. 16. 2010
look up.
breathedrift with me through the time sky
my time machine is your time machine
my eyes like yours
parse through eons
gathering tales from infinity in whispers
can you hear?
did you know when we were?
does it matter?
but-
who can grasp the expanse of the universe?
but-
who can refuse to try?
…long exposure, looking up from the Koibab Forest up at the Grand Canyon rim before the descent.
A not-so-stellar-stellar shot, but not bad for a first, right?
Thank you Cole Rise: antimethod, for a shot of confidence. At least it made me try…
celebration!
September. 7. 2010
there’s this red barn in the middle of hill country, texas…all lit up with wedding lights celebrating Lyndsay + Brian’s wedding! Congraaaaaats people!
a hella good time!
at the drive in
May. 9. 2010
nostalgia for something I have no memory of-
some fragment of my idea of Americana in this
silhouetted boy watching a movie from the roof of a truck
sparks
April. 28. 2010
I have always loved thunder…the sound and light have always been oddly comforting and empowering for me-
it can give city lights a run for their money
I was just psyched I caught it.
dolly python
February. 12. 2010
still dunno what the sign is for…just love love it. I’d say
that makes it successful
twist
February. 1. 2010
somewhere near old bond street
