I have a show coming up in Garrett Park, MD, USA. I have been thinking that all the pictures I hang should be Garrett Park pictures (brilliant, no?). So this morning a started walking around the neighborhood, and found some great stuff two, three and four houses away. Beautiful Beautiful town Garrett Park.
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Three Doors: My Front Door
I have a show coming up in Garrett Park, MD, USA. I have been thinking that all the pictures I hang should be Garrett Park pictures (brilliant, no?). So this morning a started walking around the neighborhood, and found some great stuff two, three and four houses away. Beautiful Beautiful town Garrett Park.
Three Doors: 1. White Door Blue House
I have a show coming up in Garrett Park, MD, USA. I have been thinking that all the pictures I hang should be Garrett Park pictures (brilliant, no?). So this morning a started walking around the neighborhood, and found some great stuff two, three and four houses away. Beautiful Beautiful town Garrett Park.
1. Antique Store
Consider Art.
Maybe we should all be making money. The purpose of life is to make money. No, the purpose of life is to survive. Here, in the United States, survival can be and should be ensured for all. We are, after all, the wealthiest country in the history of civilization. The question then becomes: If survival…
Union Station Woman
My method on the street is to hide, steal a shot and run away. Oddly, it occurred to me to ask this woman whether she would mind if I took her picture. She was happy for me to do so. I took three shots, maybe four. This one was the most striking. I don’t know where people come from, how they miraculously appear before me. It has been said that we are all on our way to sainthood, and this is a picture of another saint-to-be.
I took this photograph on Tuesday June 14 2012 at Union Station Washington D.C. USA at 12:30 in theafternoon. I printed it today Wednesday June 13 2012 at 10:11 a.m..
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One for the East Building of the National Gallery of Art June 12 2012 Washington D.C. USA.
Perhaps He Is a Gypsy
This gentlemen was singing and making music today down at Dupont Circle this afternoon. It would be easy to write him off as insane, and maybe he was insane, maybe he is insane.
He sang the word Jesus from time to time and sang over and over again about how gorgeous the day was.
He doesn’t fit my white middle class prism on the world. Maybe he is a gypsy 2012.
This picture makes me think of the work of Diane Arbus, and that frightens me.
Lonely at Arby’s
Lonely at Arby’s Sacred water in my plastic cup Outback the moo cows moo Their heads they sever No I would never Behead a moo cow for you Give me health food and crates of oranges Still the roast beef I swallow down In a gay plastic room Which they sweep and broom In a…
every man fred astaire
every man fred astaire her pretty tush sloshed ’neath her thin cotton skirt i followed like fred astaire i watched and wondered my fickle soul hurt insatiable in hot summer air a twinkling star she disappeared above me the mean empty sky as if magic girl 2 then seared a new tush, new…
There will be no next greatest artist in the world. By Timothy A. Ruane
There will be no next greatest artist in the world. By Timothy A. Ruane It is not enough to better Picasso. One must also know how to play the recorder + a record player, hop scotch, blow bag pipes, twitter youtube (sic), be more sexy than Michelangelo, love 12 lovers on Thursdays, MP3, Skype,…
Just Off the Pike
Just Off the Pike Funky funky Chili’s No money to spend 5 classic nachos My nachos gods send Me a triple dipper With big mouth bites I steal from the poets Who steal from the nights Pockets on my Target shorts Pink, empty, true 6 Yuengling lager beers Inhale them, would you?…
forget the war
forget the war i will go to church tomorrow and meet a fine woman there we will make fine babies three we’ll make three babies rare i’ll teach them of the american dream we’ll eat three apple pie they will play badminton and basketball never curse, nor cheat, nor lie to harvard…
2. Train Station at Garrett Park (Maryland USA)
1. Train Station at Garrett Park (Maryland USA)
here, there
here, there chrystal light between the trees american flag it flies Johnny is off to afghanistan where Johnny fights and dies evening train rolls on its track heaven beneath my feet i don’t fight in afghanistan nor am i wrapped in a shrouded sheet