Our sense of who we are, and where we fit in the world, is shaped by both nature and by nurture; genetic/physical factors as well ass emotional ones. There a consistently churning cultural tug of war in regards to which factor is more powerful in terms of sculpting our personalities and predilections. This debate is one that often shifts and......
Starting at birth, as we go through life, we begin to build up a library of significant dates in our lives. These anniversaries grow in number each year, and as we move through the world – growing physically, intellectually and emotionally – our relationships to these dates shift and change as well. When we are young, birthdays, especially our own,......
My mother loved the beach. I love the beach as well, and I just got out the ocean at 10am this morning, the day before the first anniversary of her death. I have felt this anniversary coming in my body for the past few weeks. I’ve been tight and sore and I know that it’s related to things that I......
Coincidences often have to do with something we are thinking about. On Friday night, I felt like drawing and after I drew a picture, I realized that I had been inspired to do it because I had found an old Sleepyhead single that a friend had asked me for. It was one that I had drawn the cover for, and......
I recently got a new phone which has a much greater capacity for taking photos at night. A few days after getting it, I went for a walk at night and was kind of shocked by how much it let me capture. I posted a few of those and the response was very encouraging. So, over the next week, I......
On Monday I woke up meditating on being an orphan; at least thinking about what it meant to have lost that earthly connection to both of my parents. My dad died 14 years ago and Monday was his birthday. My mother died about 10 and a half months earlier. I was not so successful at processing the grief of my......
Throughout the 1980s, as America’s downtown districts declined in importance and the “big-box” stores began their slow march across the country, malls became increasing central to American popular culture, dominating the social life of a large swath of the population. In 1989 Michael Galinsky, a twenty-year-old photographer, drove across the country recording this change: the spaces, textures and pace that defined this era.
