A.I.R. day thirty

And that's a wrap folks.. back to NYC for roughly two weeks. Then cross country road trip. Then North West living.

A.I.R. day twenty-seven

Random finds

A.I.R. day twenty-five

Poem for a Saturday....

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

A.I.R. day twenty-four

A.I.R. day twenty-three

"Tranquility is found also in dungeons; but is that enough to make them desirable places to live?"

~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The Social Contract, Or Principles of Political Right - written in 1762.

A.I.R. days twenty-one and twenty-two

"Stress is a term in psychology and biology, borrowed from physics and engineering and first used in the biological context in the 1930s, which has in more recent decades become commonly used in popular parlance. It refers to the consequence of the failure of an organism – human or animal – to respond adequately to mental, emotional or physical demands, whether actual or imagined."

A.I.R. day twenty

Spent many many days on Black is the Day, Black is the Night. Switching tracks for a while to focus on my rugby project. Found this old image for a little inspiration.

A.I.R. day nineteen

Wish I were here...

A.I.R. day eighteen

Fictional Library #3

Left to Right: Letters to a Young Poet, Western Star, The Best of Bits and Pieces, The Power of Now, The Lost Americans, Rain of Gold, The Man from the Broken Hills, Salvador, Of Human Bondage, 180 Days Around the World, Yesterday and Today, Human Destiny, Casanova's Homecoming, From Stores of Memory, My Brother's Keeper, World Guide, Latitudes and Longitudes, The Wonders of Life on Earth, The Painted Bird, The Looking Glass Book, The Solace of Open Spaces, The World's Great Letters, A Discourse on Inequality, See You at the Top, Tender is the Night, Homer's Odyssey, The Merck Manual 10th Edition, Night Prayer, The Poems of OScar Wilde Volumes I and II.

A.I.R. day seventeen

Last night I had the joy of meeting and having a great conversation with Carrie Mae Weems. An amazing artist and a true sweetheart. I feel so fortunate to have been at the right place, at the right time. Made my entire month.


©Carrie Mae Weems

A.I.R. day sixteen

Concrete Study #3, 2011

A.I.R. day fifteen

"This is a place in the world where I would love to go, wherever it is! I have been looking at this sunset on rainbow row now for quite sometime now for its made me dream... I hope you like it!"

(Postcard from a 34 yr old man who has been in prison since the age of 13, most of which has been in solitary confinement or secured housing units.)

A.I.R. day fourteen

"Midway upon the road of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the clear path had been lost....."

Saw Elizabeth Tonnard's book In This Dark Wood last night and it has been echoing in my head... it's brilliant.

A.I.R. day thirteen

13 Years out of a Death Row Sentence (river)

A.I.R. day twelve

Fred and Ginger: Too Hot to Handle, 1935

A.I.R. day eleven

Handmade Jump Rope (torn and braided bed sheet)

A.I.R. day ten

Untitled - May 21, 2011 from the series Lucas

A.I.R. day nine

I love this collection of found images


Inmate #10350
From- Mirrors. Photographs from the Arkansas State Prison 1915-1937

A.I.R. day eight

Correspondence, 2011

A.I.R. day seven

A.I.R. day six

FN4. "Indeed, at sentencing, the prosecutor characterized his role in these crimes as that of an audience at a puppet show."

-- December 01, 1999, ID

A.I.R. day five

Text experiment #1, 2011

A.I.R. day four

Concrete Study #2, 2011

A.I.R. day three

Untitled, One Afternoon, 2011

A.I.R. day two

"If there is a theme with which i am Particularly concerned, it is the contemporary failure of love. I don't mean romantic love or sexual passion, but the love which is the specific and particular recognition of one human being by another- the response by eye and voice and touch of two solitudes. The democracy of universal vulnerability."

- Isabella Gardner

A.I.R. day one

I'll be spending the month of June in Syracuse working away at an artist residency. If time permits, I'd like to post images along the way. Starting with this image here..


Pic St Loup, France