October 9, 2025 · Finca Fiasco
At first, when you unlock the studio door, when you pull out the brushes or the charcoal or whatever the hell you’re working with that day, it’s packed in there. Every single person you’ve ever known is crammed into that space with you. Your first music teacher who said you had potential but lacked discipline, […]
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September 29, 2025 · Finca Fiasco
Born in Dayton, Ohio in 1932, back when America thought it had figured out what it wanted to be, she got out. Did the expected thing first: BFA from Bowling Green, MFA from UCLA. But then she did what artists who actually give a damn do: she went to Paris in 1966, to Atelier 17, […]
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September 17, 2025 · Absolute Solipsism
There are moments that crystallize in memory like amber, perfectly preserved, weightless, eternal. This image of mine, caught between heartbeats that yesterday appeared in a SF Chronicle story, holds one of those moments: Adji and Alonzo in their element, light streaming through studio windows like benediction. For me, these days, a good photograph isn’t really […]
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August 10, 2025 · The City
There’s a particular kind of light that only exists in cities that have already seen their best days and don’t give a damn. San Francisco has it. Had it. Whatever. The point is, you stand on Saroyan Place (they renamed it from Adler, because this town can’t stop mythologizing itself) and you look up at […]
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March 6, 2025 · Finca Fiasco
Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden. William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch I’ve been places. I’ve seen things. I’ve eaten meals that cost more than my first car and stood in front of art that makes you question everything you thought you knew […]
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February 14, 2025 · Wanderlust
Look at this. Just look at it. The land splitting open like a wound that never wants to heal, and right there in the gash… calla lilies. White as a surrender flag in a war none of us are winning. That’s the joke, no? You go looking for the void, you walk down into the […]
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January 22, 2025 · FalseArt
This photography and performance bibliography isn’t a reading list, it’s a goddamn intervention into how we fool ourselves about what it means to witness anything at all. Call it a photography theory bibliography if you need the institutional fig leaf, but this documenting performance bibliography is here to gut the lie of neutral observation. Azoulay […]
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