It was home. The village could see whatever he was doing in that concrete square. Mama had reminded him frequently of this fact. Kicking around an old ball or pressing against a girl into the shadows of the night, he knew one day it would be him looking down to spy on his own kid. That’s just how it went around here, he’d never leave the block.
Friday, September 11, 2009
48. Windows
It was home. The village could see whatever he was doing in that concrete square. Mama had reminded him frequently of this fact. Kicking around an old ball or pressing against a girl into the shadows of the night, he knew one day it would be him looking down to spy on his own kid. That’s just how it went around here, he’d never leave the block.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
47. Sao Paulo
He made huge efforts to beautify as he saw fit. Vertical slabs were the canvas that he attacked with every intricacy he was capable of. Everyone else took it for granted and just walked by clueless to the unconscious absorption that took place. Soon their city would be slathered in the glory of his colours and they would take all the credit.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
46. Nun
Friday, September 4, 2009
45. T&A
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
44. Denise on couch
She thought long and hard about her next move. The last one was a failure, even she could admit that. But to chalk it up to experience and move forward was easier said than done. The road looked rough and scarred so she sidestepped and turned elegantly as needed. It became less of an issue just what she was heading toward once she decided to dance toward it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
43. Ballet Legs
It was in her soul. Just watching, he could see that. He kept silent this time even though she was aware of his presence. She became a different person when she put them on, becoming a player on her own stage. He allowed that. Then he suggested she keep them on for the night. He wanted a piece of her soul.
Monday, August 31, 2009
42. Denise in elevator
Friday, August 28, 2009
41. Mexico Visa
He had no choice, he had to go. The issue was all consuming, pressing into a part of his being he never even knew existed. He wasn’t sure what he’d find when he arrived but that was almost irrelevant. The adventure of the trip would be part of the experience. The arrival, getting to the other side, was more than a destination. It was his ticket to the future.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
40. Saltless Man
His mother always said he had “get up and go”. She was right, but he had to be shepherded along in the right manner by the right people for it to really work. Without that his talent was for naught. It wasn’t for lack of motivation, he was not a saltless man. He just wanted to get to the mall first.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
39. Soostalan 2 Umbrella
Monday, August 24, 2009
38. Soostalan 1
Saturday, August 22, 2009
37. Art studio sign
Thursday, August 20, 2009
36. Butt
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
35. Leggings
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
34. Legs
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