FOLK HAND - ABRIL 2013,APRIL 2013 →
I have an interview and feature in this beautiful, beautiful publication. please read it, if only to check out all the amazing other artists within it :) FOLKHAND es contraste, comunión, itinerario… Es el diario del fotógrafo. Nuestra misión es acercarnos al fotógrafo independiente; al fotógrafo espontáneo; al fotógrafo de a pie y de todos los días. Nu…
An Interview with Artist Amy Goh →
scraps from notebook (unarchived in wireless...
29/11 Me: a clean white line the limits and boundaries marked out at the edge of my fingers; and I, I- feeble I, a noun hovering over a snow-lit silence, the brittle ice cracks that encrust my rock-solid heart, a red stone of beating fire within the chest, disassociated from— me, world, it; leering over my shoulder with a wolfish grin, its teeth a metal hard line outlining the horizon, as...
2-3 minute poem pockets
1/11 raising somnolent body from cocoon-nest of bed, peeling off sheets of night; why does the dark set so deep and the sun rise so slow, its sleepy head drenching my limbs with a dower of amber dream dew. The winter sets so gently in, pouring into my soul a dreamless sleep; filling my deep so all I want to do is be with myself-I a kernel of me, enveloped by dried leaves, snuck under my inward...
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Hibernation/greenhouse-growing Triptych (to be...
a retrospective part ii: the katabasis series...
The Roots of the Heart Run Deep Through the Torii Gates, to the land of the dead Dismemberment Re-configuration The Girl Without Hands Shedding Skins Cliff gates The mountains are my bones
a retrospective part i: The Grotesque, Fall 2011
The (tragic, comic) Birth of Oedipus Atlantis, dreaming If physicality is a shell, I extol its essence; I call upon it with my singing flutes. Life/Death/Rebirth gateway Bluebeard’s castle door “on tonight’s still night moon gapes like cat’s eye gleaming dangerously low in corners of hearts shadows bury like earthworms through...