It's been so, so long. But here we are embarking on a weeklong road trip through the central southwest. Er, south central west? Stay tuned!
I present the culmination of 3 years of dreaming, a nude model dressed in hand-cut paper with star trails shot on location at Barr Lake State Park. I intend this to be one in a series of images that culminates in a gallery show and perhaps coffee table book. Wish me luck and enjoy!
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I met Britt back in February. She's saucy. She's an incredible mixologist. Her superpower is to get me to shut up with just a glance. I'm not going to lie. Getting a little intertwined whilst fixing the ceiling fan was a little ... something. Too bad the fan blade clocked me in the head and knocked me out.
This is Britt's default gesture.
We met Mary McPoppinson at Biker Jim's Hot Dog stand. She was chowing down on her dog and hoping to join our conversation while pretending to read a Westword.
She got a little too familiar quickly. She was texting a "friend" of hers and I offered to help.
Look closely at my sent message.
Rule #113: If a stranger offers to help you compose your thoughts via SMS, run screaming.
With a vengeance, we return. Not that anyone pays attention to all this, but seriously, we're back.
We're headed to Denver for a month to make art. The first person to mention that that scenario does not sound much like a road trip will have something valuable of theirs defecated on. Have you not heard of metaphors? I mean, the title of this site is a metaphor. So do the fucking math. Road Trip = metaphor for Life. Art = metaphor for Life. Art = Road Trip. Wha? Fuck you. I'm brown and I do teh maths better than you. You can't possibly be expected to understand.
Do you even know what math is?
Anyway, to keep you updated: Matt is at JFK, waiting to fly to SFO. I am waiting patiently to pick him up. Then I have to tell him that I am crazy for a girl from El Paso, a situation that makes no sense except that it seems to make perfect sense. Then we will drive. That is not a metaphor.
We drive to Reno. Then Salt Lake City, then Denver. Where metaphors will be sown and reaped aplenty.
We've got some other things going on for the time being, but we'll have our batteries recharged for a big trip in 2012.