These celestial bodies began life as ordinary objects, a beach ball and a grapefruit. All the transformation required was a knowledge of Photoshop and an eye for planetary potential.
I stumbled across this found portrait and inadvertent poetry by who, I don’t know.
To do list
-get off bars.
Late in the winter, late in the day on Bleeker Street, NYC.
From LA to the deserts 200 miles south, nine moments disprove sunny notions embedded in the Golden State’s psyche.
First in a series of images visualizing the creation myths of our planet’s diverse cultures.
Deep in Hell’s Kitchen lies a hidden oasis where today urban gardeners get their flora fix where crack houses once stood. It’s just one of hundreds in a patchwork of community gardens that thrive throughout New York’s five boroughs. Grassroots merchandising (tees & totes) is crucial to supplementing operating budgets, and I was happy to create the branding below when the Finance Committee came calling.
Over one hundred years separate two iconic views of Lower Manhattan, below, and their contemporary overlays.
Paul Strand’s Wall Street commuters of 1915 mingle seamlessly with the office workers and tourists of today.
A few blocks away Charles Gilbert Hine found a bustling Maiden Lane at the East River waterfront in 1896. Horses, dock workers, and sailing ships still fit right into this dynamic South Street block.
The winter sun is one of contrasting moods.
Strawberry Fields Central Park NYC. December 8th, 4:00 pm.
New York City’s Flatiron Building from 5th Avenue (top), Broadway (center), and 22nd Street (bottom).
An Alexander Calder mobile hangs next to a medical text describing human blood clot formation. The striking similarity demonstrates the integral role of balance in each system.
I always found Cindy Sherman’s Untitled Film Stills both hilarious and unsettling. Simply as an entertaining exercise, I began saving snippets of imaginary dialog that popped into my head over time, adding fictitious TV Guide-like listings of the sort I remembered from childhood. As it turns out, writing the fake lines can be hilarious, but listing them in their context of time and memory is the unsettling part.