Pierre and Family.

Life: Why do we lose sight of how fantastic it is to breathe?

Narcissistic self-loathing and materialism? Yeah. I'm sick of hearing about it. There is something

more grand in the scheme of things. I kind of lost sight of it too--but being so close to death, i guess,

made me snap back into my senses. Or maybe it was Liddel's 'Momenti-Mori' phrase he uses every

class. Ha. I see so many with so little to hang on to appreciating life so much more than those who have

so much. Why is that? Why do we fail to recognize life when we are sitting comfortably? I have functional

lungs that inhale and exhale--that is enough for me to ever be truly happy in the scheme of things.

I'm happy. I'm happy, even though some things hang in delicate balance around me.

"We're living in a den of thieves..."

Reverting back to routines.

I miss my roommates, and Reed--but I have three weeks of uninterrupted

time to shoot, scan negatives, and form ideas for next semester. Its like my eye

of the storm, half of the year is done and i've got a brief break to prepare myself

for the latter half. I'm excited--there are so many ideas I've had that I couldn't

really concentrate on last semester due to time constraints. Now, just to arm myself

with film, a camera, and ideas. This is going to be a good winter break. I can feel it.

On a side note. Life is absolutely fantastic at the moment.

Abscheiden

separation |ˌsepəˈrā sh ən|noun1 the action or state of moving or being moved apart2 the division of something into constituent or distinct elements

Pfft. Who says you can't cut off fingers. Well actually... Everyone.

I guess what i've come up with could be used as a spark to an ongoing project, i really like the way these

photos came out. It all revolves around the state of separation. Whether it be (the obviously implied)

color, race, or (delving further) simply two people that, revolve around each other, but never touch

 It could be a separation of ideals, of ideas that are read as either black or white--but sometimes need to

register at middle grey. It could be a physical separation of distance, time--or an emotional separation

from the rest of humankind. The idea--the state of separation will always exist, and each separation and

source of seperation will ultimatly differ from person to person. Its about recognizing that separation exists

--making it easier to weave back into an interlacing midpoint.

Older Chests

Older chests reveal themselves, like a crack in a wall
Starting small, and grow in time. And we all seem to

need the help of someone else, to mend that shelf
of too many books.

Its odd, feeling stuck between two places you call home. This bedroom was my safe haven--now it feels like i'm

floating amidst boxes that will never be fully unpacked. Where do I belong? Oh, I'm just overanalyzing again... But

who do you run to at 3:14 am when the world has gone to bed? Who do you talk to when you can't seem to

expel any words from your frustrated mouth? You lie awake until your eyelids can't possibly exert any

more flutters, you delve into music that lets your brain rest for a moment. You let go. Maybe the one thing I

have yet to learn how to do in my eighteen years of living is to simply--let go. I've spent years of my life holding

onto baggage I can't seem to unpack, just like the luggage filled room that is strewn out in front of me. Why?

I need to find space to put everything.

I need to find a release--and I think I'm beginning to conceptualize it.

Stranded

"You choose, you choose poetry over prose."

Damaged Casting

Elephant skin: Hardened, solid crevices. Markings upon grey like a map. Every inch, scarification from

The hardness you hold within your heart

Elephant eyes. Pools of soft benevolence. Windows tunneling to the soul. Every glance, chills radiating within

The tissue that holds the thick of your bones.

Remember, remember...

[Creds to Carrie]

I am madly in love with the fall, the foliage--spinning circles around you in Harvard Yard.

Sometimes the smallest gestures can be the most beautiful.

And I adore it.