This is a photo taken by a friend of mine in 1998. That spring I was granted a great wall on which to hang my freshest translations in an art/craft gallery in the village. Prime real estate. I was, as you see me here, taking photos of the work to be hung on the wall I mention. The sun was shining. Indeed, the sun is always shining, whether we percieve it to be doing so or not. What then is added to the scheme of things when we percieve this sun, shining, regardless of the weather? Perhaps this is the garden path to solipsism … or I may be on to something at the root of synchronicity. I’m going to archive some of what is caught and collected when the camera does the talking. Quantum camera lens open, see the light, close, repeat …

title : box of fear on the doorstep
media : oil pastel, excised magazine bits & pieces, black & white photo, thread, wood support
dimensions : approx. 11″ x 11″

This piece was in the pile in the previous photograph. This image of it was made at that time. It has since been laid in an unremembered spot. I don’t recall selling it but I may have.

Image, image, image assembly. When you go abroad with your quantum camera at the ready, be aware of the box of fear on the doorstep. There it sits. Know that you will fail to see it at all when you are ready not to. In the meantime it is helpful to know that everything will go in and out of it whenever you open it and preoccupy yourself with the contents. This is natural. Neither resist the box of fear nor lose yourself in it and all convergent harmonics become audible.

title : self portrait in clay
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

This image became the front cover of a self-published book of poetry entitled Miss Ellaneous – Image, image, image.

An image is worth all that may be seen by every observation of it combined, multiplied by the perspective of its maker.

Who says I can’t do math? Not me …

Quantum camera lens open, see the light, close, repeat …

title : emergency exercise
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

This moment was seized aboard ship, just off the coast of Florida in November of the year 2000. It has also been painted but we are squeezing the camera lens today; let us peer through that eye for now.

Quantum camera lens open, see the light, close, repeat …

title : lavish life
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

This image was one in a flood distributed by television. I sat on the back of a chair for many hours, over the course of many days, opening and closing three lenses in the fall of 2001.

Television signals are onions if you care to peel them.

title : onion studies in the window, #1
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

Light and clear glass and everything on either side of it may produce pearl onions of unexpected revelatory power, packing a subtle but noticeable afterbite experienced by those with tastebuds tuned for spiced looking. Coloured glass is a whole other kettle of fish entirely. Onion within onion.

title : as a matter of fact – pigs do have wings
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

I made these charming creatures appear before you and not without a great deal of willingness inherent to the universe as it is created by G-d.

The chain of quantum events expressed here includes (but is not limited to) my hands, flour paste, shredded newspaper and a digital camera :

Ta-DaAaAaAa …

title : Q: what doesn’t he see when he looks?
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

This image was a set-up. We are born with the option of rearranging the furniture around us. All the world’s a stage, it has been written. We are not directors in the fullest sense but we do have very dynamic roles to play. Take up your lines and cast them out. Go fishing. Let them who have ears to hear, hear. Let them who have eyes to see, see. Are you sleeping? Wake up …

title : Q: where is the goalie?
media : digital photography
dimensions : pixels x pixels

The game of hockey is a tremendously rich onion of veiled meanings. This may be equally true of any athletic endeavour but I have a special affection for hockey as this photo may attest. Last winter I accepted the great privilige of filling the empty net on the ice and it was an eye-opening experience. No doubt you are as sorry as I that there are no photographs of this, nevertheless, I can do a quick sketch of how it felt:

I am the defender of an empty net. I am a comic-book super-heroe on skates. Smoking hockey pucks may approach at bone-cracking speeds toward the vunerable region between my eyes and be gently reflected, harmless.

This kid is drawn to all this that lives in the goalie’s heart, like a moth is drawn to a flame, if he wants to know the whole truth. The goalie of sufficient scope will come right out of his crease and his net, properly defended, becomes an even smaller target. The essence of the game is this – the puck comes to the goalie, not the other way around.

This kid may or may not have learned the most expansive approach to take; he is not interested in defeating so much as he is hoping to exchange something with the goalie he knows will come to defend the empty net.

Where is the goalie? The goalie is eating an onion and offering up her prayers of thanksgiving.

Oh – and for all you hockey fans out there – here are my official stat’s:

9 practices
3 of which were full-on shinny
1 loss
1 tie
1 win

… lots and lots of glove-saves, baby.

Quantum camera lens open, see the light, close, repeat …