So, last night was the Focal Point Gallery 35th Anniversary Show in which I had a self-portrait displayed…(and for sale!) My first official piece shown! And next week, another photograph of mine will be on display in the London Underground, part of Artbelow
I came to New York to write poetry for my MFA, and look what snuck back into my life? Photography. Love, Love, Love!
Thinking, one day a book like I dreamed of in High School…my photography and poetry / essays together.
I jotted this little ditty down on the train this morning:
What flutter trees say
to gods– stones as eyes,
hung, belligerent, bellies
rattling– is not unlike sighs of whales,
language of underthings.
And amidst the swirl, a poetry video…
Sleep deprivation. Crickets. Poems that fly out of such things.