
07.15.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
Moving is sickening.

07.15.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
Moving is sickening.

07.14.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
First night. New Place.

07.13.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
Moving is an odd opportunity to redefine how your home, your surroundings, your external you, appears. It takes a lot of work, sweat and frustration but in the end your walls reflect the you of today rather than the old walls that can only reflect who you once were.

07.12.14 Julie. Ikea.
Moving is getting to know Ikea better than you ever wanted.

07.11.14 Los Angeles.

07.10.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
“The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure” – -Mikhail Baryshnikov

07.10.14 Julie. Los Angeles.
“The essence of all art is to have pleasure in giving pleasure” – -Mikhail Baryshnikov

07.09.14 Los Feliz.
“The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.” – W. H. Auden

07.08.14 Julie. Lake Tahoe.
“The magic of photography is metaphysical. What you see in the photograph isn’t what you saw at the time. The real skill of photography is organized visual lying.” – Terence Donovan

07.07.14 Julie. Lake Tahoe.
I’ve never liked the term “muse” because it feels so disingenuous or one sided to me. Its too often the false flattery an artist throws at a collaborator. I’m inspired by the people around me, and my love Julie most of all. People have called her my muse, and it’s always rang a bit falsely in my mind because neither in the current meaning of the word, person who seems to inspire work, or the Greek version, a diety that knows all and actively pushes you to create art, quite fits. Julie is my partner. The vast majority of our relationship is unphotographable and consequently it appears her role is inactive; but she is the other half of my mind. The counter weight to straighten out my mind when a good idea goes too far and becomes a bad one. She’s the push when I feel like nothing is going the way I want and I need a kick in the pants. She’s half of my mind and all of my love. The idea of a person that inspires you to create art is too fleeting. She’s not my current inspiration, or new obsessions. She’s my lady. My love. My partner.