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deuce

 

sending out a signal

can you hear me?

the wall

 

riverside



blindsideme

urban hunting



dogs.

daydreamers



you, me, effigy

raccoon candy-cane



flavor of the week.

toes in the water

to the monsters who get away.

lays: showcase of a collector

traveling
with low funds
in a strange city,
best lit among natural collections of the area.


so back to the drawing board…
there will be no more playing inside the scuttle-bug. only on the empty field that is left.
that blasted place, treacherously inviting adventures atop a dark and holey stairwell.
it’s almost as though someone in the city finally had an intelligent idea for progress,
now if only they’d turn it into a garden or something…

exterior wall accessories


Street side cabinets
figure and organism

Back door specials
the darker places

Portals penetrate
the maze of grottos

Syntactic relations
of transferable language

Club 27


this post is dedicated to one of my oldest companions;
confidante, partner in crime, ally and a force to be reckoned with.
we’ve been gently oscillating between head-to-head and tête-à-tête,
going on 17 years now,
understanding this nuance in language, is a labour love,
as it often is with those you care care for most.


happy birthday amy, you’re the best!

route 99


post number 99.

this one is dedicated to the kamloops contingent,
unfortunately my pictures of other rob a.k.a rubber toe, a.k.a. lazer beam, a.k.a. lazer toe are not at my disposal here in chelsea. sad. cause they are obviously hilarious.
luckily for the others, i have enough material to sufficiently remind myself of the fun that awaits me in the west. i was asked by ‘the lord’ (a name delineated from jamie c) about what i wanted to do while i’m there. basically from the stories i’ve heard, i’ve concocted a patchwork plan which is somewhere between the daily routine jaime and i used to have and some pretty amusing activities… will we for instance be chased by tumble weeds? will we drink at the country bar below where b and j used to live? to be honest, i’ll be happy with whatever ends up happening, i’m just excited to see everyone again!

some dusty scans from in and around.

scuba diver
sunken vessel
old house
the quarry.

the wakefield raft




i’ve been home for a few days now, and scouring the old computers for something to post. something appropriate has been hard to find. if i didn’t come upon these, i might have resorted to posting embarrassing family photos. luckily i found a few pictures from the raft… 2007, 2008 i’m not sure but that year’s ship was a fine craft. there’s nothing like being woken up before 7am, (assuming you went to sleep) to a maniac tearing up his own front lawn, hot dogs and warm beer served for breakfast. there’s no waiting for nobody when the raft is set to sail. so starts the off-time tribal barrel beats that pound into your skull for hours as we meander down the lazy river. we navigate the rapids, anchor to the covered bridge, scream and yell to all those who have come out to catch a glimpse (of the eye sore that will probably sit in the village for two months before its burnt). the raft everybody… i wonder if she will ever sail again?

fly by night bandits

farka farka
odey mama caught in the act

this is a hold up


photo credit to come…

horsie mamas


marie-lou in the trees

the places unknown



the photographic image records a moment of beauty divorced from its behind the scenes significance. Where we were, what we did and why is not always important. the pictures testify to something more ubiquitous, to the fact that such places exist, that in certain urban spaces, nature is still raw, eerie and beautiful.


he’s just sleeping.

animal farm and petting zoo



these starving horses and sheep ran over to us in a flash, which is a funny thing to see really–
all of their mud encrusted dreaded wool bouncing in the sprint. their hoofs making these hollow little thuds on the mossy pasture. there was a few more images, but something happened to the film. story of my life.

what a bunch of squares

this is one of those one minute, one take, once in a life time directorial experiences.
pretty sure that walmart, or bell, kraft or some corporate clowns just made this same type of video. what this means of course is that i have the same level of artistic know-how in first year video art class as the multi million dollar advertising teams of corporate america…
oh and i forgot to focus the camera which is why its so blurry.