Destination Zero

It’s been 6 months, 13 days and 4 hours since I last weighed myself. I hid the scales in a plastic bag under some books beneath my bed, kidding myself that I’d forget they were there. I didn’t. Every time…

Home No More

I miss your coffee-covered breath, Early in the morning. It made me hungrier than death For a thrill without a warning. I miss your sweet saliva smell; I miss your cigarette-stained lips. Your yellow teeth as well, And your garbage-covered…

Caged

The piece above is entitled “Caged”. Artist Statement Conceptual photography is, first and foremost, about the concept of the photo. A conceptual photographer is trying to bring some message about to the viewer, be it a political advert or a social commentary…

Confusion

The piece above is entitled “Confusion”. Artist Statement Conceptual photography is, first and foremost, about the concept of the photo. A conceptual photographer is trying to bring some message about to the viewer, be it a political advert or a social commentary…

Into the Abyss

The piece above is entitled “Into the Abyss”. Artist Statement Conceptual photography is, first and foremost, about the concept of the photo. A conceptual photographer is trying to bring some message about to the viewer, be it a political advert or a…

My Small World

The piece above is entitled “My Small World”. Artist Statement Conceptual photography is, first and foremost, about the concept of the photo. A conceptual photographer is trying to bring some message about to the viewer, be it a political advert or a…

Noisiness

The piece above is entitled “Noisiness”. Artist Statement Conceptual photography is, first and foremost, about the concept of the photo. A conceptual photographer is trying to bring some message about to the viewer, be it a political advert or a social commentary…

Black Shrunken Blemish

When Frances had to speak publicly, her legs shook. As a kid, she had grown faster up than she had out and she had felt like two wooden stilts extended from her hipbones. “Growing like a weed!” her mother would…

Popular Experiment

*synth beats* bright plastic blue screen green screen *auto-tune screams* chunky glasses tuned-in apathy *boy band* drive fast die young pretty corpse *twangy guitar* “kids today” kids tomorrow you tomorrow *pop radio* tinted glass psychedelic holographic unrelated imagery The featured…

A New World

While he sleeps I catalogue his body. When he is awake I keep my distance. While he dreams I touch and map in a fit of cartography. There, on his elbow is a scar where a mole was removed out…

This Place, it Echoes

My first real breath of air smells of pine and woodsmoke. It comes to me on a cool breeze, mid-afternoon, a sunny day that becomes the kind of staple nice day that every other future nice day of my life…

Early Morning Ramblings of a Twenty-Something Girl

A dream of a 1920s quasi-candid shot of Debby Harry, mingling graciously among a grandiose Studio 54 scene. Spray the lens of my life with hairspray, too! Sorry, how petty I am. Strangling a waist and shoulders with wires and…

Dear Spec

The featured image accompanying this piece, entitled ‘Spectrum’, has been used with the permission of artist, Robert Alan, a mixed media artist from New York City.

Antagonistic Environment

he swears that the desert is laughing, mocking him with the distant wail of the wind, the hoot of an owl. each spray of dry sand in his eyes is a personal affront. he’s pretty sure psychologists would have a…

Ride the Peter Pan

There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life. This was one of them. It was cold and damp, early spring, and I was Greyhounding from my old life to my new; from…

The State Of The Superhero Genre

It is interesting to consider the recent comments of acclaimed actor and entertainer, Dustin Hoffman, who suggested that the increase in superhero films , has caused the film industry to be the “worst that film has ever been”. Are we…

Wake

The painting ‘Wake’ confronts the subject of mortality in a storm of religious symbols, material possessions, and emblems of renewal. In this picture I have tried to question what comes next, our values and many aspects of religion the result in…

Comatose (or You Don’t Know Where You Are)

You wake up. Are you dead? You don’t know where you are. Look around. There is a wide dirt road framed by tall, dark pine trees. What is this place? Grassy squares. Old, worn cabins grown into thick vegetation. Walk…

Inner Voices

Inner voices is about my own inner dialog. I think we all have destructive voices, sometimes they are critical of others, and sometimes they are full of self-loathing that they are almost always petty and should be ignored.  The monkey creature…

Humans

Humans is about the way that as a society we spend most of our time running round like headless chickens.  The pursuit of pointless short term goals or personal comfort leading to our destruction, rather than working together to make the…