house of ellington.

framed photomontage, New York Times clipping of Mike Disfarmer photo (newsprint) on magazine page (gloss)

photomontage, New York Times clipping (newsprint) on National Geographic clipping (gloss)

New York Times clipping (newsprint) on magazine page (gloss)

photomontage, New York Times clippings, newsprint.

framed photomontage, New York Times clipping (newsprint) on magazine page (gloss)

framed photomontage, New York Times clipping (newsprint) on magazine page (gloss) 1/1

icons of our current tomorrow. happened upon / on the daily / walk / here in berkeley / this / icon / of our current american tomorrow sewn patches, gifted to me by a true friend. a true comrade from those occupy daze on the lawn at city hall. i’d sewn them all on to my now well-worn satchel – stitched on the front with an equality flag, i’d bought at my first pride after my flight to the Bay…

photomontage on vintage ink print, ca. early 1900’s, play production ad, 9 x 11 frame. 1/1

twas to have been my third saturday in front of the library, my hope was to catch a few of the farmer’s market crowd. on that fine saturday morn, however, when i arrived i was distressed to discover on one of the tables out front human excrement – an occurrence not unheard of in downtown berkeley. my inclination was to take the sign from the universe, cut my losses, try again somewhere else on…

stories on demand – at the berkeley public library. analog tales in a digital world, in a developing city, in this dystopia / this moment / we are living in a time there is no plan for / but is / the place no longer of any importance / just that i / you / we all do / find me here / find me there let me write a poem or story for you

back innit this week with 'stories on demand," my public art project throughout the city of berkeley. //

Stories on Demand – The Third Stop my trepidation has grown as the days have ticked by, bringing us closer to another frigid day in january, the event horizon of that second inauguration, yet still feeling this modicum of calm beneath the gauze of safety that is the city of berkeley, berzerkeley, filled still as it is with those old timer activists, hippies and holdouts, young true believers as…

it was the end of their conversation that perked my ears up, much the same way, i realize now, that my little chihuahua dog does when she hears a snap of a twig on a walk after the sun’s gone down, one of them admonishing the other, “don’t say that so loud around here, you’ll want to be careful about what you say.” around here meaning what, i’d no clue – the cynic in me on election day…