Gabby, the first time I photographed her - Fall 2008 (4x5 trixpan320 film) there is so much I could say about this photo, this girl….and this place, but alas, Sally Mann says it better than I ever could : “There’s the paradox, we see the beauty and we see the dark side of things, the cornfield and the full sails…but the ashes as well. The Japanese have a word for...
[ Levi, Covered in Dust ] my show opens one month from today! I will be posting a new image each week till the opening from the body of work. These will all be images that didn’t make it into the show either for lack of wall space or because I chose to go with another image. i hope you enjoy!
music that my roommates and I used to make : we recorded an EP long ago and far away, but life happened and the songs collected some dust for the past year, but they have been revived and we are going to be releasing them in May! We put a new one online, we hope you enjoy. www.myspace.com/ledaandtheswansmusic
candles by the sea Mecca Beach, CA.
an orange & some remnants from an abandon house Bombay Beach, CA.
almost done shooting for my show… April is around the corner. Save the date if you can : April 26, 7pm excited, excited.
. . some shots from a recent trip to Big Sur, California — such a wonderful weekend to get away from the city for awhile and wrap up in creation. . . the lines of ee cumming’s poem kept coming to mind this weekend, “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea”
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles and pulls you back into childhood and you are passing a crumbling mansion completely hidden behind old windows or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks and giant firs standing hip to hip you know again that behind that wall, under the uncut hair of the willows something secret is going on, so marvelous and dangerous that if you crawled...
Serkan Taycan - photographer from Istanbul from the series “Homeland” talk about photos that make your insides ache. serkantaycan.com for more
“Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don’t matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake. -Jean Rhys in the Paris Review
Make good work, and it will work itself out.