Things Missed

June 19, 2008

The dance that goes on between things.

I showed her that trick I could do with my pen- that rubbery illusion. And she smiled. And I smiled.But it was still just a trick.

A lunar eclipse- the moon tucked away, hidden… but still out there. Somewhere in space. And I lie naked, alone, exposed to the light that should be.

The tooth-fairy process.

a natural occurrence + sleep = a wake up reward.

The past handful of weeks have been largely a blur. Since the last week in May I will have traveled close to 3,000 miles; celebrated a graduation and a birthday; opened an exhibition; recovered; said goodbyes, hellos, and everything in between; two oil changes, two rejection letters, tested a friendship that had been asleep for 8 months and another that had been quiet for almost six years;  4,157 photographs… quantitative and qualitative I have been running quickly through life the last several weeks.


The Price Is Right

June 19, 2008

It is always nice to know that you sometimes cross someone’s mind. Today at 2:50pm EST from 41.979˚ N / 87.902˚ W, I crossed Hannah Price’s mind. This makes me smile.


May 21, 2008

I have been fighting sickness for the past few weeks now and in lieu of a restful recovery, I have been struggling to tie up loose ends and preparing to move out of Rochester. I am currently arranged to leave the Lilac City this Saturday, moving myself to Philadelphia. My break from Rochester will not be a clean one however… I will be back almost immediately- the exhibition Circulation is set to open June 6th and I will be quite busy finalizing that effort. The exhibition will feature works from Germany, Argentina, and artists throughout the United States.

This past weekend I received a couple long overdue visitors from NYC- Rick Williamson and Andrew Carlson arrived to share work, stories, and laughs. The two, who are finishing their studies at SVA, were a refreshing change from the recent grind.

As well, tomorrow, I will be hosting a final Print Swap in Rochester. Anyone interested is welcome to show up with their artistic barters at 7:30 EST. 171 Shepard street.

Bookends and Haircuts

May 7, 2008

I received a visit last weekend from musician, former foreign correspondent, and old friend Aviv Rubinstien joined by his partner in aural crime Anne Warnock. My favorite part about seeing Aviv is that things always pick up seamlessly from where they last left off, even if the seam stretches across months and miles. The sometimes boyish and always charming Aviv brings along a certain kind of laughter and an unadulterated self-honesty that I miss terribly… what he left behind- a small trail of cinnamon-bun icing, two bags of gameshow winnings, and 3/4 lb. of hair.

3 Years in the MoMA Bathroom

April 15, 2008

They claim that the show is unprecedented, however, I am able to say that, in fact, a slightly smaller group show exhibited in the MoMA bathroom back in 2005.

Here I am, hanging the 2005 show, which consisted of work by then unknown artists- Justin Solitrin and Ali Sable. (photo credit Dave Londres)

Carney, Lawrence, Hartshorn, and Sigurthorsdottir were a bit better prepared, offering an artist statement and website to go along with their exhibition, but it does not look like they were as meticulously well-hung as the Solitrin/Sable retrospective. This is what the SVA students had to say:

This unprecedented and flexible group show, occurring only in the fifth floor MoMA restrooms, represents a move toward both realism and intimacy in the viewing of artworks in an institutional setting. An aspect of mystery is inherent in the very structure of the show, due to the simple fact that one cannot see all the works without entering both the women’s and men’s rooms. Works consist of photography, drawing, sculpture, installation and performance. The exhibition took place on April 4, 2008, from 6:00 pm to 6:26 pm

As for me… although I can claim a show that pre-dates “Down to Nature”, I cannot claim an original haircut…

As seen here, Tony Danza laid the groundwork for the above-pictured MoMA bathroom haircut of 2005.

The Check

April 15, 2008

The way a pen works, my own pulse heard through a tightly covered ear; the way both get sharper as the pressure increases.

The Waiter

April 13, 2008
  • The waiter lit the candle at my table and unknowingly put that last finishing touch on my romantic evening of one.
  • Sitting alone in a café at a table set for four- one by one, people approach, needing the empty chairs more than I do. Until there was one.
  • I ordered chaos, she asked if she should leave room for cream and sugar.
  • She was a moment of grace, left over from ten years ago
  • Driving home one afternoon in the pouring rain, I stopped at a red light; on the corner to the right stood a blind man, his head turned up to the sky, smiling. He had no way of knowing, I began to cry.
  • He liked being submissive and she was just born big.
  • During the presentation of an award delivered posthumously, a guest stopped eating his small dinner salad, and turning to his wife, asked, “Did they say how she died?” “No,” the wife replied. The man turned back and continued eating his salad.
  • The feeling that human nature is contagious.

One Dollar

April 11, 2008

I want to trade dollars with you. I found mine on Wednesday. I will have small, signed and numbered prints available for $1.00

It’s quite simple, I give you one dollar you give me $1.00

If interested contact me:

or simply send a SASE +$1 to 58 Polder Dr. / Langhorne PA/ 19053

April Seconds

April 3, 2008

It is the first Wednesday in April. I made something for you.


The story ends at the start of the day.

Long Distance Call

April 3, 2008

While waiting for a train out of NYC I was sitting on the floor of the overcrowded station next to a woman on a cell phone. “Amen, Hallelujah!,” she repeated over and over again. nothing else. I couldn’t help but wonder who was on the other end of the line.


    A view through the window of the train.