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vapor trails

2012-01-30T00:00:00.000-05:00

and sunlight...

manipulating

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sunlight...

playing catch-up

2012-01-27T13:05:00.000-05:00

shadows...

preparing for a show...

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and the artist makes a last minute addition.

wednesday

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entangled in seaweed...

tuesday

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dangling my toes in the river...

monday

2012-01-23T22:34:00.000-05:00

ballet in pellon...

gaps

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and fillers...

chaos

2012-01-20T12:36:00.000-05:00

in containers...

mistakes...

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yield alternatives.

don't break the internet...

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http://www.stanfordlawreview.org/online/dont-break-internet

"It is worrisome when our lawmakers not only don’t know how their proposals will affect the most important communications platform in human history, but overtly don’t care. " Derek Bambauer (see the complete essay, below)

http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/infolaw/2011/12/19/breaking-the-net/

hoops

2012-01-17T19:27:00.000-05:00

and shadows...

zig-zagging

2012-01-16T11:06:00.001-05:00

through sunlight...

MLK Jr Day 2012

2012-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:00

..."Never before have I written so long a letter. I'm afraid it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else can one do when he is alone in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters, think long thoughts and pray long prayers?"

Martin Luther King Jr. http://www.kinginstitute.info/

zippers

2012-01-13T22:43:00.001-05:00

with teeth missing...

clouds and mirrors

2012-01-12T22:59:00.001-05:00

when clouds look in mirrors...

boot hill

2012-01-11T23:29:00.004-05:00

i met someone today who is dying of cancer, and maybe for that reason, i decided to visit a local graveyard.

then i met someone whose mother died last august. her mother made quilts, and at her funeral, those quilts decorated the church.

they both wanted to talk, so we did.

the car wash

2012-01-10T17:16:00.000-05:00

blues...

confetti

2012-01-09T22:17:00.006-05:00

the sky opened its crowded coffers of colors, and the earth and sea lifted its arms...

spanish moss...

2012-01-06T00:00:00.002-05:00

was once used to create horse blankets for soldiers (but i like to imagine it being used as a secret cloak, for creatures who must switch from a life as birds by day, and return to human form, at night).

stillness

2012-01-05T00:00:00.000-05:00

in the shadows...

someone i know...

2012-01-04T21:51:00.001-05:00

turned thirty today. happy birthday, april (she still gets carded).

the pond...

2012-01-04T00:00:00.000-05:00

in winter.

happy new year

2012-01-03T17:39:00.004-05:00

the stuff of life...

what a way to end the year...

2011-12-30T20:45:00.001-05:00

proud mum

2011-12-30T20:38:00.004-05:00

CBR Contributor Brett White
COMIC BOOK RESOURCES

1. Daredevil
Written by Mark Waid
Drawn by Paolo Rivera & Marcos Martin
Published by Marvel Comics

"For decades, Daredevil was a character who only 'worked' when he was being built up and torn down. Enter Mark Waid, Marcos Martin and Paolo Rivera, and for the first time in decades -- yes, decades -- Matt Murdock's life is not only not that bad, but interesting and fun to read about, to boot."

-- CBR Senior Editor Stephen Gerding

"After reading the issue I felt as hopeful and engaged as I did in the early 1980s when absorbing Walt Simonson's 'Thor' #337 (the first issue in his epic run). The most refreshingly joyful approach to the character in decades, and I have enjoyed each subsequent issue as much as the first."

-- Robot 6 Writer Tim O'Shea

"So, so happy to be reading a true superhero comic that truly is friendly to new readers. Waid writes Murdock with a joie de vivre that has long been missing from our current breed of introspective, narcissistic super heroes. Swashbuckling and brave, this is a Daredevil getting on with the job of being super, leaving his worries at the door and enjoying his powers."

-- Comics Should Be Good Writer Sonia Harris

"Mark Waid is setting out to give Daredevil reason to smile and the readers can't help but join in. After years of being one of the darkest titles published by Marvel, 'Daredevil,' with art by Marcos Martin and Paolo Rivera has been a delight, worthy of being shared."

-- CBR Reviewer Doug Zawisza

"What do you do with a character that's been pushed to such a dark place that no one thought he could recover? Go fun, bright, pop art. Team one of comics' best superhero writers with two stunning artists that craft pages unlike what you've seen before."

-- CBR Reviewer Chad Nevett

christmas...

2011-12-25T00:00:00.000-05:00

is about family (my son and his girlfriend).

night light

2011-12-20T20:43:00.005-05:00

festival of lights, and a celebration of birth - light overtakes darkness on thursday, and i will return in a week to welcome it. enjoy your holidays.

art work

2011-12-19T23:30:00.004-05:00

more therapeutic than cleaning bathrooms...

eun-kyung suh

2011-12-14T16:51:00.003-05:00

letting go...

eun-kyung suh

2011-12-13T19:14:00.002-05:00

fragmentary memories...

eun-kyung suh

2011-12-12T20:39:00.000-05:00

one hundred floating fears by eun-kyung suh...

and working...

2011-12-07T22:03:00.003-05:00

this was a very involved installation, requiring a level, a chalkline, a yardstick and many pencil marks. one box of boxes arrived crushed, so eun-khung suh ironed, while i marked intersection points.

this is a process shot; more photos to follow.

I've been reading...

2011-12-07T21:39:00.004-05:00

"Kent and Allan also looked as if they were enjoying themselves. Neither one was grinning, no high fives or anything, but - you could tell - they knew they were doing well, and their expressions and their postures spoke in a cant of confidence and competence. They'd worked for this moment for a long time, even before they ever knew they'd be there.

And in that small realization, that tiny truism, I started sensing something gigantic...

To the right of them, the previous team cleaned up. To their left, another team continued to cook and began to put up their platter. With the motion stilled in the EMP kitchen, momentum and purpose were hanging like phantoms in the air. In a moment they'd dissipate like a scent.

I was thinking again of what I thought before: They've worked for this moment for a long time, even before they ever knew they'd be here....

What I'd just seen was a philosophy of life in action. Two guys - two kids - who one day decided they would be excellent; who disciplined themselves, learned everything they could, practiced aggressively, and moved their thinking onto a whole other plane. They might have been musicians; they might have been dancers. In their case, it was about food. And they recognized that at each stage - from the second they set out their equipment through the moment they do their prep to the final assemblage - that there is a best possible way to do everything. Every gesture, no matter how small, was about the individual attempting to be great.

What those guys did - what they do - is attainable. You'll wind up bleeding to get there, but you can get there. But not me, at least not with the bruises and slights of how I think about myself, with all my hesitations, my timidity, my half-assed methodology of doing what was expected of me but little more...

I had gotten to see greatness today."

Beaten, Sauced and Seared by Jonathan Dixon

eun-kyung suh

2011-12-06T20:16:00.003-05:00

organza pods, gently cradling memories...

I've been reading...

2011-12-05T23:10:00.000-05:00

"The chickens had been brought to the farm as newly hatched spheres of down and had grown ineluctably toward this point in time. The farmers' daughter, a girl of maybe fourteen or fifteen, had appeared. She wore ratty jeans and a green T-shirt. She still had her adolescence all over her; someday, when that awkwardness dropped away, she'd be very beautiful. She was keeping to herself, sitting off at a distance. The first chicken went into the cone. The daughter just broke. She streamed tears but wouldn't look away. She sat with her arms crossed, weeping with more intensity. She'd helped raise them. She'd witnessed the entirety of their transition.

That first bird: a young woman from school was the first to kill, and it didn't go as well as it could have. The knife seemed to stick; the bird freaked out; she responded in kind but got the knife through the neck...She had blood running down her cheeks and held the head in her hand. She was blameless; it's hard for your hands to know what to do. In the cluster of students around her, I saw one of the teaching assistants from school, her eyes also shining with tears.

Most of us were shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. I held my knife with a tight grip..."

Beaten, Seared, and Sauced by Jonathan Dixon

I've been reading...

2011-12-02T22:18:00.002-05:00

"The crowd was patient, she was not, finding herself taut with misgiving, hearing Gracie in her head. Planes dropped out of the darkness toward La Guardia, splitting the air with throttled booms. She and Sister Jan traded a sad glance. They stood and looked. They stared stupidly at the juice. After twenty minutes there was a rustle, a sort of human wind, and people looked north, children pointed north, and Edgar strained to catch what the were seeing.

The train.

She felt the words before she saw the object. She felt the words although no one had spoken them. This is how a crowd brings things to single consciousness...The headlights swept the billboard and she heard a sound from the crowd, a gasp that shot into sobs and moans and the cry of some unnameable painful elation...Because when the train lights hit the dimmest part of the billboard, a face appeared above the misty lake and it belonged to the murdered girl. A dozen women clutched their heads, they whooped and sobbed, a spirit a godsbreath passing through the crowd.

Esmeralda.

Edgar was in body shock..."

The Angel Esmeralda Nine Stories by Don DeLillo

uncommon cloth...

2011-12-01T00:00:00.000-05:00

eun-kyung suh

patricia a. montgomery

christina massey

green...

2011-11-30T21:40:00.000-05:00

and gray.

november light

2011-11-29T16:38:00.001-05:00

august colors...

colors...

2011-11-28T21:05:00.002-05:00

on vellum.

thanks

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for visiting my blog.

i'm going to take a long week-end, and i hope you have the opportunity to do so, as well...

happy thanksgiving.

JFK

2011-11-22T13:30:00.002-05:00

48 years it's been since JFK was assassinated.

before man landed on the moon.

before women flew space shuttles.

before .com and .org

zipcodes were new.

everyone smoked.

no seat belt laws.

no Google.

no Macs.

no iPhones.

no texting.

no digital.

no blogs.

safe travels...

2011-11-22T00:00:00.000-05:00

"The dark roads take me back to my childhood

riding in the camper of daddy's truck headed home.

My brother, sister and I would be put to sleep in the camper

and sometime in the darkness of the day

daddy would clime into the cab with mom carrying a thermos

full of coffee and some Pendleton blankets

And they would pray

before daddy started the truck

for journey mercies."

Night Travel by Esther Belin

NYC

2011-11-21T22:11:00.003-05:00

at the Met...

mood board

2011-11-18T14:20:00.001-05:00

mood board

2011-11-18T14:18:00.000-05:00

southern exposure

2011-11-17T00:00:00.000-05:00

taping the sun, and capturing motes...

county fair

2011-11-16T00:00:00.000-05:00

as days shorten, and winter presses, we muster light to battle darkness...

rediscovered in the archives.

MoMA

2011-11-15T00:00:00.000-05:00

cat's cradle...

MoMA

2011-11-14T00:00:00.000-05:00

from trash, to museum-worthy art...

Los Tarantos (1963) - Carmen Amaya, buleria

2011-11-12T13:33:00.000-05:00

MoMA

2011-11-11T11:11:00.000-05:00

Number 40...

Forrest Bess

American, 1911 - 1977

he was a veteran, "given the task of designing camouflage"...

MoMA

2011-11-10T22:10:00.000-05:00

sixth floor voyeur...

junkyard

2011-11-09T00:00:00.001-05:00

moss, in waiting...

junkyard

2011-11-08T00:00:00.000-05:00

"...The '34 Ford without wheels,

Smothered in kudzu,

With a seat pulled out to run

Corn whiskey down from the hills,

And then from the other side

Crept into an Essex

With a rumble seat of red leather

And then out again, aboard

A blue Chevrolet, releasing

The rust from its other color,

Reared up on three building blocks."

Cherrylog Road by James L. Dickey

2011-11-07T00:00:00.000-05:00

drought...

2011-11-04T00:00:00.000-04:00

all fluids must be drained...

2011-11-03T00:00:00.001-04:00

schoolbus, retired...

memories of wet pants and fights, bullies and blood, colds and vomit, lost kids and found pets, stale sweat and blue fingers, love and hate and fear and death...and finally, graduation.

2011-11-02T00:00:00.000-04:00

kissed by time...

junkyard

2011-11-01T00:00:00.000-04:00

i laughed...

happy halloween

2011-10-31T00:00:00.000-04:00

thirteen...

hands against the snow

2011-10-29T13:36:00.003-04:00

thanks, april...

office entrance

2011-10-28T00:00:00.001-04:00

the remains of the wreck...

NYC

2011-10-27T00:00:00.000-04:00

combatants, at the MoMA...

NYC - at the MoMA

2011-10-26T23:23:00.000-04:00

the unbearable lightness of being, milan kundera...

NYC

2011-10-25T00:00:00.000-04:00

alone...

Phantom Recorder 2010 - Revital Cohen (Israeli, b. 1981)

2011-10-24T00:00:00.000-04:00

"Phantom Recorder explores the phenomenon of the phantom limb: an amputee's sensation that a missing arm or leg is still attached to the body and transmitting feelings to the brain. This physical hallucination is often treated as hindrance and corrected through therapy, but Cohen feels that attempts to alleviate it 'tends to overlook poetic functions of our body.' ... Cohen asks, 'Could we use this technology to record illusions of the mind? What if our imagination could be captured through our nerves?' "

MoMA visitors from the UK

2011-10-22T10:23:00.004-04:00

"...no matter

how many stars you counted there were

always more stars beyond them and beyond the stars black space going on forever in all directions, so that even if you flew up

millions and millions of years

you'd be no closer to the end

of it than they were now

here on the porch on Tuesday night

in the middle of summer."

the astronomy lesson by alan shapiro

NYC

2011-10-22T00:01:00.000-04:00

"In cities we dream about our desires; in the mother of cities we dream about our dreams."

Metropolitan by John Fuller

NYC

2011-10-21T00:01:00.000-04:00

protected from the drizzle...

NYC

2011-10-20T22:31:00.000-04:00

museum guard, and visitor...

NYC

2011-10-20T22:30:00.002-04:00

just walk away, rene´, by the four tops, and the lefte bank...

NYC

2011-10-19T13:26:00.004-04:00

joan miro's, birth of the world, at the MoMA...

NY Comic Con, 2011

2011-10-18T13:09:00.000-04:00

and, the literal ground...

NY Comic Con, 2011

2011-10-17T12:45:00.001-04:00

sometimes it took looking up, to keep me grounded...

batman: arkham city NY comic con, october 2011

thanks, paolo and april.

polish poster week

2011-10-14T00:00:00.001-04:00

marcholt gruby a sprosny, at polish poster...

polish poster week

2011-10-13T00:00:00.000-04:00

skarb, at polish poster...

polish poster week

2011-10-12T00:00:00.000-04:00

japanese monster movies, at polish posters...

polish poster week

2011-10-11T00:00:00.000-04:00

krapp's last tape, samuel beckett

at polish poster ...

polish poster week

2011-10-10T00:01:00.000-04:00

description of a struggle (kafka), at polish poster...

October

2011-10-10T00:00:00.000-04:00

“The very hairs of your head

are numbered,” said the words

in my head, as the haircutter

snipped and cut, my round head

a newel poked out of the tent

top’s slippery sheet, while my

hairs’ straight rays rained

down, making pattern on the neat

vacant cosmos of my lap. And

maybe it was those tiny flies,

phantoms of my aging eyes, seen

out of the sides floating (that,

when you turn to find them

full face, always dissolve)"...October, by May Swenson

polish poster week

2011-10-09T21:01:00.003-04:00

we're having hurricane like weather, so poster week, it is...

upstairs, downstairs, polish movie poster

I've been reading...

2011-10-08T13:43:00.002-04:00

" 'Did your father drink?'

'Ha! Lucy snorted. 'He was a worse drinker than your father ever was.'

'No one's that bad,' I said.

'That's what I thought too. You're too close to the middle line. Inch over. That's right. You think you know what to look out for in life, Jack. You think your childhood teaches you all the traps you need to worry about. But that's not how it works. Pain doesn't travel in straight lines. It circles back around and comes up behind you. It's the circles that kill you.' "

Beach Music, by Pat Conroy

I've been reading...

2011-10-06T23:00:00.005-04:00

"Leah unfastened an evening purse that had belonged to Shyla and took out a tube of lipstick. She pursed her lips and expertly applied the lipstick to her curving pretty bottom lip...this gesture of Leah's, this application of lipstick in all its simplicity and innocence, I realized, was one of the first of those un-recallable milestones passed by every child in her inexorable passage out of her parents' lives. Her body was a timepiece and Leah, not I, was its contented owner.

Lucy walked straight into this rite of passage and said loudly, 'Oh no you don't, young lady.'

She marched over to the mirror and took the lipstick out of Leah's hand...

Leah looked up at me in astonishment and I realized that she had never been treated like this in her life. I had never been anything but quietly insistent when we discussed some issue of importance between us. Leah knew very little about the natural humiliation of being a child and how grown people regularly trample on the feelings of the little people so helpless under their care....

'I'm going into the living room, Mama,' I said and I heard the coldness in my voice. "And I'm going to tell Leah that she looks lovely and what she's wearing is fine. You just gave me a small glimpse of why I hate America and why I always felt ugly as a child.' "

Beach Music, by Pat Conroy

Steve Jobs: "stay hungry, stay foolish"

2011-10-05T22:04:00.001-04:00

steve jobs

2011-10-05T21:46:00.002-04:00

he was only 56...

2011-10-04T20:03:00.003-04:00

on my first grade report card cover, my teacher created a tree, and leaves representing the books we'd read were attached to the branches. we created something similar on the museum wall today, for a new reading program...

not painted, and here's a link to several sources: vinyl tree silhouettes.

2011-10-03T00:00:00.000-04:00

carnival life...

2011-09-27T00:00:00.000-04:00

the time locker...

2011-09-26T22:36:00.004-04:00

Elegy with a Chimneysweep Falling Inside It

..."The soul rests its head in its hands & stares out

From its desk at the trash-littered schoolyard,

It stays where it was left.

When the window fills with pain, the soul bears witness,

But it doesn't write. Nor does it write home

Having no need to, having no home.

In this way, & in no other

Was the soul gradually replaced by the tens of thousands

Of things meant to represent it--

All of which proclaimed, or else lamented, its absence."...

by Larry Levis

2011-09-26T00:00:00.000-04:00

does our footprint matter?

2011-09-23T16:44:00.002-04:00

santa fe...

I've been reading...

2011-09-22T00:02:00.000-04:00

"After two separate hearings and two appeals, the court refused to hear us out anymore. She could buy her own cigarettes, manage a checking account, and cash her disability checks at the bank. According to the judge, those three acts proved she was competent. We were done; we lost the case. This time we were on our own. There was only one thing for us to do. We had to go back to Cleveland and somehow convince our mother to sign the guardianship papers without the help of the court."

The Memory Palace, by Mira Bartok

2011-09-22T00:00:00.003-04:00

prison for clouds, and shadows...

2011-09-21T00:00:00.000-04:00

Lot full...

2011-09-20T00:00:00.000-04:00

mid-high biology class, by the river...

2011-09-19T00:00:00.000-04:00

st. francis cathedral, downtown santa fe...

Zozobra

2011-09-18T13:29:00.001-04:00

viva la fiesta...

2011-09-17T12:00:00.000-04:00

stately skeletons (photo taken one week ago) still firmly rooted after the las conchas fires.

los alamos national labs are within walking distance...