fuck it. photographs.

sometimes words are fickle poneys lost in wide fields, with almost two months of frantic pursuit providing little but nostalgia and inclination. in such times, my forehead is likely to be bruised red by frustration and anxiety about a degree of impotence realized through worry. with small trickles of blood clouding my vision, it can be dificult to view the world properly. i stop trusting my capacity for judgement (or more appropriately, the legitimacy of my capacity for judgment), and i consequently allow technological mediation.

this last statement is only true if we consider language (words) to be an ancient technology. if such is the case, then i might need to rediscover fire in order to progress beyond painting on cave walls. oh well...

fuck it. photographs.


Nora Hutchinson, 2005


Water Only, 2006


Indeterminacy, 2004


lonely_fixed, 2005


inside is outside, 2005


under the weight of judgement, 2004


in case there's extra, 2006


untitled but female, 2005


untitled, 2004


butterfly wings can change the Earth's
climate, 2004


butterfly wings can change the Earth's climate (easily understood remix), 2004

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