(We're Lost, NO! We're NOT Lost! I'm Sorry, 2008)
“I have traveled a long way to get this to you”, said an exhausted voice beyond my shoulder, maybe behind some rocks. I have been traveling a long time, perhaps I was followed, and so I reached over my shoulder to those suspicious rocks. This is how I met my inspiration. “You kept traveling”, he said, “without noticing me, and then I just had to yell at you, come here, boy!” And so I stopped but it was just my imagination, I kept lying to myself as I continued to walk. Was there something… no, that’s silly, no one travels on these roads, no one since that thing with the bear. And while all this internal noise was going on I neglected the rather old man, dressed like Moses, waving at me with, yes, a cane, A CANE! Anyhoot, that’s the story of how I come up with these ideas of mine, I just take a walk on the limestone road and keep walking until old man inspiration comes yelling, with his cane. “BOY!”
I thought this would be a great way to open this entry. A random story for a small collection of random images.
(The Heat on August 20th, 2008)
I’m very interested in the way people escape the cage of their surroundings, for me, it’s imagining I’m not here in small patches of nature, and for others, like the lady across from me, it’s relaxing on her lawn chair on top of a building amongst the pigeons.