Letter Once made comment when in early stage of corresponding about reaching a certain destinations. Friends have been pushing me over past 3 decades to write a book. And my response has always been the same: “About what?” But they persisted. They wouldn’t budge. Eventually, those reflections transitioned into a mantra—the invisible tattoo on my […]
TODAY CAMERA OPERATOR, NORTH AND PENNSYLVANIA AVENUES, APRIL, 2015, BALTIMORE THOMAS ROBERTS, MSNBC JOURNALIST AND GAY ACTIVIST STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT COLOR EYES I HAVE DURING TENSIONS IN BALTIMORE. NO one can ever accuse me of NOT being versatile, especially in times of crisis! Very difficult to photograph your eyes. […]
Less than a week after my mother’s death, a friend of mine, Linda, whose father was British and mother, Irish – Catholic – stayed with me and documented the aftermath of death. Just found this while opening doors to the past.
I don’t often attempt to analyze my art work, mostly because I suck at analysis. However, I recently found this photograph of myself when in high school and when my friend and I roamed freely around the art studio there, having access to a 4 x 5 camera, among other goodies. (CLARIFICATION: I have a […]
The Floor Where I paint and make things. The Garden The Unmade Bed The Desk The Garden Center The Garbage and Recycling Center and The Broom Without a Handle The Music Center The Closet The Table Next To The Unmade Bed The Window Protection Against The Elements The Foundation Where everything begins … THE END