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scout in the magnolias

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the earth hurts so much now

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the earth hurts so much now

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the earth hurts so much now

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the earth hurts so much now

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the earth hurts so much now

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the earth hurts so much now is an interactive web based project that i just published with glo worm press! I have been working on this project for about 2 years now, and I am really happy it is finally happening. The project is a meditation on the body, queerness, crying, and the contemporary time we exist within.

 I hope u like it, I hope u spend some time w it.

this whole project has been a beautiful collaborative process and i couldn’t have evr done it w/o my amazing talented pals Max Bittker (who helped me code) and Brian Buggy (who made the music for the video elements, which is also available to download ovr at gloworm)

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(lost again)

Available on Gumroad

free booklet of prose / short story i wrote!!

cw: sexual language

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i dont wanna live thru winter

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Blue Air

“How strange that we should be this brief white light, How strange that we should be this brief white light”  

The intent of this project was a response to a world more saturated with images than ever, and to the history of photography itself. It is about the role of photography within our social being, and how it relates to our existence in general. An aesthetic of softness, of care, of love was ultimately my goal, as it is what I believe to be the most essential need of a contemporary existence so wrought with nihilism. By focusing on small, everyday beauties, I hope to bring a vision about survival and joy to what can often seem a daunting and dystopic world. The sense of having been, of going to be. Of not knowing. A fragment that as quickly as it comes it passes, slipping through fingertips. A shadow, a touch of light that is tender or harsh but ever ephemeral. It is an attempt to rediscover my senses, a new way of seeing. It’s a highly personal examination of selfhood, images of my friends, lover, and various emotionally significant places, all relating to this complex craft of being alive

installation shots coming soon, which will include my prints on silk :):)

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networld1

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honey 

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I vow into ur arms, oh lovr