Read This Book: Vacilando

Vacilando is a lighthearted and artful account of a transformative month I spent in Morocco in 2014. What started as a blog turned into a long essay, and then morphed into a compilation of vignettes amounting to a book. I self-published it because, well, that’s what we do these days. The stories within Vacilando will make you laugh, maybe even cringe. One reader told me it made her cry. If you like feeling things, this might be a good go for you. Each chapter starts with a relevant drawing I made in lieu of taking photographs. I find that spending time…

A Visual Book Review: Part 2

“Memory is the one true agony carried in the body.” Doug Rice’s An Erotics of Seeing is witness to the purest of all enigmas, memory. I take slower steps, wander the streets of Mexico City, look closely at small things. Forgotten things. Remembering beauty. “Ghosts haunt the streets, the alleys. Words replace people. Names.” “Most times, a word never becomes more than a shape to fill a lack.” I see you. I practice seeing you. I will see you again. We are left with an image locked in our mind. Every day it changes, but it’s always just right. Perfect. “A…

A Visual Book Review: Part 1

Doug Rice’s An Erotics of Seeing is a gift of observation. A peek through a crack. A breeze. Makes it hard to keep your your eyes open. Makes tears fall. My response: a practice of seeing. A Saturday morning walk through the streets of México City. “The longer you live, the more you die.” What you see becomes you. Find questions in the image. Is the after more real than the before? Can an image offer proof? “We are playing with desires that disappear.” Memory. We rediscover agony, rediscover joy. “Imagine light without shadows,” he said. “Imagine such a light. You can’t, can you? What’s that tell you?” “Time does…

Mexico City Love Project (#1)

Currently I’m in Mexico City. Mostly sequestered during the day, by choice, while I diligently work on my first novel and a couple poetry projects. But after only four days here, I’ve already started feeling lonely. I am so used to interacting with people that this sudden lack of socializing, while somewhat refreshing, makes me feel like a hermit. It’s an interesting experiment to spend so much time alone with myself. At this point, I am trying to get reacquainted with a me who is significantly less distracted by social media, Netflix, email obligations, and building my new business. So far, I can…

Art for Art’s Sake

Back in 2008 when I took over a failing running store, I inherited $100k worth of crappy inventory. I advertised a blowout sale and labeled more than 500 pairs of shoes at $10 each. But the sale came and went and barely any sold. A month later I marked them all up to $60 and nearly sold out in a day. Value is a funny thing. Since selling art has never been my impetus for creating it, I’ve always had trouble pricing pieces for gallery shows. Usually I am told by collectors that I am, “selling myself short,” or even…

ART: Boro Art, Continued…

Big time shout out to amazing Carrboro peeps, Duncan Morgan and Meghan Truesdell, the founders and driving force behind all things “Boro”.  Their spot on High Street has been a sweet little nook for creating community and harvesting love.  Got to give them giant props for this. They were kind enough to let my art adorn their walls for the past 6+ months.  No, I never sold any, but that’s not the point of art (in my opinion).  Lots of people saw my work and hopefully it brought them a moment of joy.  That’s enough for me. But of course,…

ART: Random Art in Places I Go

As many of you know, over the past few years I’ve created and hung more than 250 pieces of art in 20+ states.  I always attach some sort of note and sometimes even my contact info.  I’ve received about 20 responses from folks and all are powerful and interesting in their own way.  I’ve even made a few friends as a result.  Most folks who contact me ask WHY I do this – and the reason is simple.  It brings me joy. I’ve hung art on restaurant walls, on trees, under over-passes, in folks’ homes and left art behind in…