While He Foraged.

I spent a lot of my summer with my dad in the junkyard. I needed a new driver's side mirror, battery and windshield for my van and he wanted bucket seats for his chevy and a rusted out lawnmower for yard art. We managed to scavenge all of the items on our list plus $4.72 …

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Get on the Fridge.

One of my closest friends and I began a podcast. Get on the Fridge is 15% art, 15% agriculture and 70% nonsense. In the first episode we talk about the recently passed Farm Bill, emotional support chickens, bruises and bachelorette parties. Give it a listen if you feel so inclined and let me know what you think. …

This Night, This Age, These People.

I found this saved in my notes this morning and thought I would share. Drunken ramblings from the backseat of a rusted out Toyota. December 22nd, 1:44 AM. Maybe I’m young, maybe I’m drunk, maybe I’m in love, maybe there’s a boy serenading me with acoustic covers in the basement. I want to remember this, …

Standard, December 26th.

America Standard, December 26th, 3:15 PM. It has been a little over a month since I was last here; the 11th anniversary of Standard's shutdown has silently come and gone and little has changed. It is warm today and, although I feel feverish, I know that these sunny Ohio days are rarest in December. My …

2018: for Posterity.

January ...began in Ohio with Image Ohio 18 before heading back to Arizona. February ...was short as always. I participated in Infuse with fellow artist and dear friend Marisa Lewon, prepped for SPE and a trip to NYC with Neil. My artistic practice remained fairly spastic. March ...started with a cross country flight to Philadelphia for the …

Familiar Familial Landscape.

Shot over Thanksgiving 2018, these images tell an abstract narrative of familial love, loss and longing. The making of these photographs is a coping mechanism. The camera stands between me and the reality of a holiday season without one of my grandmother's and the memory loss of another. Truth has become a metaphysical ideal and …

This Place.

America Standard, November 23rd, 2:45 PM. It is cold, not see your breath cold, but chilly nonetheless. I wear my late Uncle Larry's Army jacket and my father is in a brown pullover and jeans. It is the first time he's been back to the plant since it's closing over a decade ago in 2007. …