Wash  Imagine the ocean, raised and growing porous. Abandoning the fishes, to sputter and dry at sea bottom, like dregs. I can inhabit this ...

Nungwi . From the Parasomnia series. Recently I stumbled across the photography of Amsterdam-based Viviane Sassen , and quickly decided...

Snowfall, long nights, bright lights. Mellow tunes. Great Lake Swimmers............................. I Could Be Nothing The Colour........

Somniculous We drag our bed wherever we go. Without it we become monstrous: Our teeth ache and our moods swell and we cave inward, loving no...

Laser tag! Dirty board games! Fire pit! Copious amounts of liquor! All of these things made Christmas with my family in Wadesboro, North C...

Untitled photograph from the Thirteenth Month series. You know those marvelously itinerant people who go to Iceland or Thailand after co...

Following a wretchedly long paper-writing hiatus, All The Little Houses is back back back! Expect epic arts, dreary poetic musings, sweet ...

Settle/Content You are no forest. Your light is clear and without breaks. There is a game, but you play it Simply (I am le...

Noortje de Keijzer's My Knitted Boyfriend is so lovely, and now I want to learn how to knit.  I have a wonderful boy, but th...

Subsistence A bully branch on the wind took out the window, took out an eye and then stilled sensing above it clouds and weight and weat...

Differential we started the fire; it was our rite increased in the shoal mirror and even without it all things compounded/ double and ...

Contact, 2001, ED. 4, 111cm x 88cm As I mentioned last week, I'm TA-ing for a studio photography class this semester. It's compl...

Sweet tunes for my favorite season : ) Sóley...................................................... I’ll Drown Sigur Rós..............

Moody You pushed a button and the world pinked up, responded vitally and was far far out on the sea; smaller and discreet from all thing...

There's this fantastic wave of land art I've been noticing recently that, with varying levels of subtlety, addresses climate chan...

January 2010, oil on canvas, 27x20cm Painting is dead. So is portraiture. This is what we are told. Artists like Gabriel Orozco have spe...

The Load I like to watch films by myself, it is reckless I know, but I cannot share.  I do it very poorly and the postin...

There’s nothing like brand new Moleskine notebooks and the promise of daily purpose. I love the first few weeks of school; I don’t have an...

All the Little Houses will be taking a brief hiatus for the next couple of weeks while I get my shit together for year two (!!!) of PhD-ing...

The Oranges Our fingers are thick with citrus and a grey face has risen high over the kitchen clock and fallen low again. We a...

Bartholomäus Traubeck's Years piece tells us what trees sound like when they sing. Nature and technology and art and music meet and mi...

Yellow Hair/Without List I was a tree upon which moss and mushrooms had grown overnight Something was sucking up my sunlight, and ...