4:25 AM… I’m looking forward to riding the Red Line with the group today. We live in an awesome city, and as long as I’m still breathing, I want to experience as much of this city – and of life…
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
4:37 AM… All is still…
4:37 AM… All is still on this frosted morn. Houses frantically puff their arctic breath deep into the morning sky, as streetlamps’ frozen white light shatters as it strikes the glistening city.
Art and the Fall of Man
I took a few captures while at the Art Institute today in order to help illustrate the importance of philosophy. These first two captures are closeups of an Oil on Panel by Pieter Claesz from 1625. The detail and realistic…
The Way of the Creator
If an artist’s highest purpose is to serve as a mirror for the culture and times in which they live, don’t be surprised when that artist is controversial, critical, and therefore – possibly even despised. But don’t forget; it’s not…
Thoughts Out Of Season – “Photograph Is Pure Contingency” -Roland Barthes
I’m having a hard time finding photography quotes to post that I actually agree with. Most are true bullshit, like this one: “You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” -Ansel Adams Now here’s another quote with a different perspective:…
Someday, my junkie friends…
Someday, my junkie friends, when I’ve been diagnosed with cancer and the pain of death outweighs my desire for life, I’ll gladly join you in your holy rituals – I’ll joyously partake in your sacred sacraments to reach that ultimate…
A Voice
A voice. a voice floating up above the noise, above the traffic, rising, rising above the tall blue glass rising, rising higher to the antenna tops rising, rising where for all the world to see… A small young voice that…
Junkie crawl…
Junkies crawl the Green Line itching for that mainline. Jumpin’ off the Lake to take a swing around the Maypole. China White calls suburban Crackers into angry Afro villages… Dead eyes shuffle through pot-marked streets, like half-burnt vacancy signs that…