It's kind of funny to think that the last time I saw my DSLR, it was looking back at me. February 29th. My life had just taken a huge turn — after 22 years
What is art? Sometimes, that question leads you on a deeply philosophical journey about things like historical and contemporary context. There's often some commentary about producing work that appeals to the masses, versus
I mentioned last time that Singapore's "gleaming architecture, wondrous glass-covered skyscrapers, and spotless streets" felt as if they were devoid of humanity. When I got to downtown Melbourne, I again found myself surrounded
I have so many questions. And I know that the answers, if they come at all, will only come with time. Looking back doesn't feel like it'll help me move forward. I don't
"Let's get lunch." Lock door. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Closed. Sigh. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Finally. Pay. Eat. Leave. Hold hands. Walk, walk Look up. Newton's third law. For every action,