Flat City Blues

Even in the smallest slices of time, riding my bike from the auto repair shop, back to the office, roaming around back streets during lunch break,  I find interest in the most empty of all spaces, sad facades, mirroring my hollowness. Flat city blues keep my comfort, as I distill the blank walls, closed doors, mocking my rigid anchoring as imagine the fronts collapsing, and revealing myself on the other side looking back into the lens.

 Flat City Blues, ongoing set of digital images, 2014

Flat City Blues, ongoing set of digital images, 2014

The Summer of Bleach

Roaming the bleached spaces around my day job office building, my eyes and camera sensor absorbing the harsh light rays of the afternoon summer sun.

 The Bleach of Summer, Number 22, digital image, 2014

The Bleach of Summer, Number 22, digital image, 2014

Margins of the Bay

I am pleased to announce a new photography collection called " the Margins of the Bay" - a set of photographs made at high noon, while exploring the margins of the bay area peninsula - the vast dry paches of shore land extending from the airport all the way down to Palo Alto.

The parched margins resonate to me a sense of calm and emptiness, a barren landscape secretly tucked between the hustle and bustle of Silicon Valley industrial complexes.

 from the 'Margins of the Bay" Collection, number 32, digital image, 2014

from the 'Margins of the Bay" Collection, number 32, digital image, 2014


New Paintings: The Fleeting Summer of 2014

 Synthesizer Drum Machine, 2014

Synthesizer Drum Machine, 2014

 Bass Funk 2014

Bass Funk 2014

 Tower MNT

Tower MNT

The summer came and went but it's warm radiation is still in the veins, slowly getting colder. The rhythm of the days and the beat of the notes on the street. The consoles in our hands and on our tables warming up the looming autumn wind.

Zones of Hazard: Europe Reconstructs

 Amsterdam, 2014

Amsterdam, 2014

New collection of photographs explores barricades and construction zones on the streets of north western Europe. looking at the modern city as a living organism, dynamic and self-repairing, improving of the previous layers of progress in the endless cycle of deconstruction and construction.

 London, 2014

London, 2014

New Work on Paper 2014

"New work on paper 2014" is a set of small collages made with found film c-prints and acrylic paint from my painting studio palettes. Inspired by finding new shapes, and color combinations, that reveal new forms, new compositions. Random and dynamic, these images find their way on my work table and seem to glue themselves forever onto the paper fields I've prepared for them.

 glue sticks and scissors: late radio nights in the garage assembling new pieces.

glue sticks and scissors: late radio nights in the garage assembling new pieces.


Resting in a Russian village

This is the place I will write about the most.

 

 

An excerpt from a memoir in progress: 

 

On my summer trips to the village, I remember the flare of the sun coming through a flannel shirt I was covering my face with, in the backseat of grandpaws’ old yellow soviet car. The smell of tobacco and gasoline mixed with fresh country air and drying hay. In the rearview mirror, my grandpas’ wrinkled, scruffy face with a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth gave me the feeling of calmness. His bright blue eyes on the road, his roughed up hands on the stick shift. My grandma in the passenger seat, talking about who had apples trees, who had cows, planning for what to grow and what to livestock to keep. I counted the kilometer markings on the highway to see how much longer the drive would be. The were a few landmarks that gave me a pretty good idea where we were. Around the 64th kilometer on the Minsk Highway there was a tank memorial sculpture. It way a three quarter way point, and I knew we would arrive in twenty or so minutes. Once we saw the 92nd Kilometer marker, we could see our village and the field out back through the trees that lined the highway. I loved pulling into the driveway and smelling the fresh air after the hour trip from the city, I knew after a quick snack of salami and rye bread, I could take my bike out for a ride on the country road.

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