3.23.2009

3.18.2009



is a good name



i have this problem.

I often skip words when
i write or read..you can see
it happen on this blog
sometimes.

sorry.

i just get too anxious
and jump ahead of myself


some call it dyslexia.


but maybe I just
need to slow slow down.
not worry about the final result,
and find the patience to enjoy
the means to the end.

3.16.2009


art and what...?


because in baja
art is only art,
with beer.


casa dracula


if I had money,
and was a bit older,
I would move down to
mexico and make this old
building into my home


I know exactly what
I would do with it.


thinking...


paired down
italian Renaissance
for the dark cavernous
interior spaces

3.12.2009


stamp & build


I often sign my
name with a chop
I had carved in china


i like the idea of
putting everything
you need to say in
one square box.


itis edition

3.09.2009


and ode to


our 1984 volvo
which just hit 200,000 miles.
it is as old as I am.
we call it


"the gray whale"


naturally, we celebrated
this grand occasion on the open road
with the Mexican horn my father had embedded
in the engine back in '94...it still makes
mechanics laugh out loud.

it can be heard
for miles!


it resides in mexico now
and drives best to the rolling stones

3.06.2009


monastic




and stark


via lark



ph: Kim Høltermand
Grundtvigs Church copenhagen


ps: i went to catholic
school for 8 years.
let me emphasize
8 years.

i think about my cold legs
the goosebumps on my arms
and the epic boredom of
sitting in mass.

and then I
went
to a high school school
where students didn't
always wear shoes
and refused to
sit in desks.


...and i also found that weird.


left, right and
center
how do you balance
life's extremes?

3.05.2009

something woven, carved or printed


is the only ornament a room needs

3.02.2009


down this road


there is an airstream
2 surfboards



and a lady in red


she was sweeping...
"too much sand!" she cried.
i asked to take her photograph
because she just looked so perfect
against the surreal desert
baja landscape.



i wish i knew her name.



tell me her story....

in baja,
it all about neutrals
and limitless, empty coast lines.


the whales are here.