|From my first shoot with Erin Wilson, Alameda, CA, 2010. I had sworn off large sunglasses till Erin stuck these on me.|
|Sleep deprived, crashing in Rebecca Lawrence's apartment, Brooklyn, NY, 2011|
|Sasha V, who'd tagged along on a shoot with Jason Andrescavage at a ghost town near San Jose, CA, 2010|
|ckudos, after taking a taxi to a beach and some ruins near San Francisco, 2010|
|C Nirvana, who fed me wine as we wandered around Brooklyn, 2011|
It doesn't need to be much, just my own space. I'll take photos, paint, experiment with wet plate, record videos and songs, brew beer and kombucha and pickle things and have an herb garden and grow mushrooms. Maybe install a pole, and a hammock for aerial yoga and so on. Unicycle around the neighborhood. Sit on the roof [I can't imagine settling somewhere for long that wouldn't have roof access] and write and drink wine when the weather's nice. And I'll have a decadently-stocked bathtub. Build things, take things apart, reintroduce myself to my lost love of engineering and the physical sciences. Read a lot, when the sun's down. Play open mics at local bars where I know everyone. Go on walks at 3:00 am.
|Wara, my "twin", during a magical sake-drenched time at Jason Fassnacht's in Sacramento, CA, 2012|
|One of many road trip photos by Meghan Claire, somewhere in the Southwest [probably Arizona], 2011|
But shit happens, doesn't it? No longer going to be living in that house, nor that town. By my own choice, but I don't feel it could be any other way. It makes me pretty sad to think about, but I guess it just means I'll have to find an even better alternative.