Lost Nuts and Found Bolts

A voice that is a raspy as the ages of time sanding down the rough edges- Of Jasper Johns new work, of   a man setting on the edge of a bed, explored over and over again,trying to understand the impulse of life,of living. Avoiding the end of ones time,   avoiding the face of death, while it stares back at you in the mirror. It is not the reflection one sees but the smirk of time walking away leaving dust. The realization that the longing one has is for the things never   expressed in the past, and now its too late. The wound healed over some time ago.  T he scar remains   a reminder of loss and feelings un-felt, even the words don’t suffice any longer. Only distorted memories of risks not taken. Then, wishing to stare at the setting sun until the rays burned away my ability to see any residue of a life spent. I was at a loss today to express my love for you. You sat there at the other ...

Shroud #6 or looking for a new investment opportunity Chula Vista, California 2014  35mm B&W

Shroud #004  covered, protected from the harmful rays, protected from there own passage of days. Or waiting for the perfect time to take it out for a spin. Chula Vista, California Jan. 2014 35mm B & W

What is that we choose to cover,  to save until that day when there may be a need  o r a time,  when we cash out our investments.  Shroud series, 2014 Chula Vista 35mm B&W 

Tipped Chula Vista, 2014 

Chula Vista, California  Winter 2014 Afternoon walk,  I can almost smell the dried grass and bamboo. 35mm B&W

Christmas all year round. January, 2014 California,  35mm B & W Looking for a way to access the work, thinking about mentors, Been looking in the rear view mirror  a bit too much. Shroud #6, 2014  Chula Vista, California 35mm B & W  Shroud #5 Chula Vista, California 2014 35mm B & W   

March 8 2014 The first walk.  While there are no spring colors or blossoms yet. there are signs and shadows. March 8 2014 To the east, the lake is frozen over. 

His caregiver asks  “Do you feel his feelings, are you connected in some way?” My answer is, I don’t think so, I know that I knew about him for a long time, and now   I use these images, to touch and to honor him and each moment that I caress the surface of the paper,   I try to understand the similarity and the difference. I try to   imagine how it feels after years of being institutionalized.   Do you feel? With each mark I draw over the surface of his imagine,   I try to make up for lost time, to spend moments   caressing him if only from a distance, touching him, trying to understand the years and his experience, through him, trying to come to terms with my own self and who I am. I slept next to you, before we were born, I knew you as you know yourself and I look at your image on the screen and I wonder who you are. Who we are?  I can only make images that reflect the stranger I was born with. Stephen 20...