I took photos of you with our kittens
a stretch towards owning something real-
something heavy and innocent. Together.
We saved eachother and these kittens.
You lay framed by unkempt bathtub lino-
framed by sparkling water and a yellow aging.
Warm skin tones from neither of your parents.
I still dream about it, soft and plump-
marinating in the bohemian dream.
The innocence of our kittens,
the snap of my lens,
the pieces left from the 90’s we picked up,
referenced during fights.
Strong words were used in the 90’s,
but now every struggle for meaning
is a revolution in itself. A rare moment
captured by my lens. Your curves.
This makes me wince and LOL at once.
Interviews with Sarah Palin supporters at a line up for her book signing.
I may or may not have just spent the last hour making this gif of myself dancing in my living room.
Eric’s Office / My Office
This is basically where we are at all times every night.

Statues at Axis Gallery

A little boy and his mother create art.

Jessica Dollard. Giggling.

The new logo is revealed!
A few photos from last night’s Shorts of All Sorts - Short queer films from Fairy Tales Presentation Society and a very sexy pre-show reception at Axis Gallery for which I was the photographer.
A question for you:
When you find yourself in a self-destructive pattern, what do you do to bring yourself back to reality?