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Ends and Means
I’d like not to tell you, but to show you. It is so much more visceral that way. The condition of the place – I wonder in what way is the character of the place like that of the man who makes of it his own home – are they reflections? Can they be otherwise?…
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Flickering Through
Today I embark on a trip I’ve already been on for almost two weeks or has it been two decades. When did it start, this story of aging, and it’s consequences when hadn’t it started? My father is having trouble with his health with maintaining his health with the upkeep of the mortal animal.…
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To know Love
If there is anything I want, it is that they know. I want them to know what we were like. What we were really like. Not just us being happy, or just us being mad. Not just us being glamorous, or sexy, but what we felt, what we valued, what we found – our joy,…
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Close Sensimetry (with photographs firstly – how we fell further in love
There was never a time when we were without cameras, and pictures. Early on we were burning up a small treasure trove of film that I was given by another artist who’d gone to digital. Her generosity kept us (Rx & I) in photos for a good three months, and crucially, the first three months of…
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Protected: The joy of a gently lit mess
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Photographs. Sort of.