Pensive shots

My good friend, Adam Brimer, let me take some shots on his amazing camera the other night. I thought I'd upload the ones I took.

Adam



and Heather

Kentucky Snow

It snowed! Finally. It's a good thing MLK did what he did, because I would have probably not enjoyed this day as much as I did.

opening the drapes, I see frozen landscapes

Mark Kozelek asks if you've maybe forgotten how to love yourself.




I think this might be the best picture I've ever taken. I took this photo in Venice, Florida. Obviously, the sign to the left of the bridge I messed around with in a pseudo photoshop type thing.



For the past year or so, I've been pondering marrying a girl that thinks she is really unattractive.

Because if I marry that girl, I will love telling her each day how beautiful she is.

That sounds really sappy, but I think it's the self-loathing, self-conscious, self-deprecating people that make me feel like I have a lot of love to give.

Fahrenheit 451

I drew this in class a long time ago and then I made it into a chalk and oil thing:

Intaglio Prints #1

Here's a set of mono-prints I did for my Intaglio class, which is a form of printmaking. I'm gonna try to post all my prints, even the rough sketch ones.

Swamp Tree:


Ghosty Morasse Wood:


Consistency:

Hank Williams, Sr.

Here's a painting I did of Hank Williams, Sr. last summer. Just thought I'd share it.

Conor Oberst - Cape Canaveral

Since Christmas day, I've been watching this video at least every other night before I go to bed and felt like I might as well share it with others:

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Orri divides his bangs to the right of his eyes. Glasses help a lot of us keep the hair out of our eyes, setting the strands of hair on the marble-covered wiring that walks to your ear. Orri typically wants to get a better look at the girl three people in front of him at the coffee shop; she's got these real cool tattoos of flowers that are brightly colored just above her toe cleavage, right where the pant leg ends, depending on her pant size, obviously.

Tonight, however, Orri just wants to see the stars. And just like the pants, there are always completely different sizes of jet streams that conflict with star gazing. You'll see what you think is an undiscovered constellation, but really some pilot is messing with you. Just as the moon helps emphasize the diamonds in the sidewalk, anything metallic will shoot out.

Dogs and Authors Sleep Well

This is old, but I shortened my self-portrait video and so I cut/pasted the writing from that and threw it here:

If only I were a dog, I'd be saturated with interest as I look out the window and love completely what my neighbor is doing with his trash. Why the hell is he waiting until next Friday to leave his trash with the trash men? I guess I'd like to be able to sniff butts and everyone be fine with it.

I especially can't see so great when my ashtray is overflowing from empty thoughts and a thought that might come if I just gave up and came back later.

I bet you authors drink a lot and get pretty drunk when they find out that some movie director wants to do a film-adaptation of one of their novels. Even if this crappy director calls me up and asks me, I'd be pretty flattered. It's as if they can see so vividly the image you're trying to evoke and they just plain love it.

Everyone will see a moon before they die and just might love it the way I love it, pristine, stark purity - like the glow of a bell that soothes your spirit and helps you sleep. That will keep you tight in fair dreams and you won't have to drown in such disclosing nightmares.