London: Peckham Library: Architect: Will Alsop
Truthful Fiction
Guns and Bullets- -The abridged version: For more than a day I knew a war photographer: He shared the horrors’ and beauty of places traveled: He traveled in a time not mine: He measured the velocities and veracities of deaths:
We sat in his convertible as he listened to an Egyptian radio station: Arabic songs pierced the sky: The middle of one thousand and more Connecticut trees whispered a set of calming notes: I couldn’t imagine a more amusing journey: traveling in unlikely geography.
I asked a collection bare bones questions: I wanted to know why he chose this angle, this repose to live as a photographer: “I am in Beirut today, Cairo tomorrow and for many yesterdays I was in places not remembered listening to one dozen foreign languages completely forgotten: I learned what I could as fast as I could: Bullets decorated the skies In every imaginable war torn environment. Lying often in wait for a recording of hell in time, I imagined to lower myself below the earth’s surface to hide from the worst unimaginable. I celebrate my days and nights- -This was the course I chose- -I was born to do …
Listening with eyes in the trees above- -feeling below the thrust of oceans’ afire, the earth’s mantle- - The tectonic plates grinding in motion: I was in and atop my very own Surrealistic Pillow.
Tokyo: The Yoyogi National Stadium: Architect: Kenzo Tange
The war photographer runs and rushes. My friend warns; “Stay your own course, this one for me is driving me crazy”. We and friends rise from a cold semi-nude splash in the lake- -refreshed. I listened to everything- -I quickly realized that my evolutionary path was beginning anew.
My canvas is sharply different from my friend’s: I too run and rush: Thrust in a rush to see emblematic Tidal waves, volcanic eruptions and howl to the senses as aquifers flow underfoot- -I howl for more: I rush to this city, this address in a variety of panicking intentions until I am allowed to exhale: When I do catch my breath- -my eyes remember
Henry Miller: “… you live from moment to moment. So in doing that, this moment decides the next step: You shouldn’t be five steps ahead. Only the next one. If you can keep to that, you’ll always be alright”.
My days photographing architecture has become like a natural dose of lithium: It inhibits one from running and rushing: I am reminded that cities can wait- -even as the light of day and the calendar of years urges my speed demons to move along before I sleep beyond my life: It is a disease that daily rallies my mind and awakens my eyes:
An interior moment inside New York’s Museum of Modern Art
Good fortunes though prevail: I wear a charm of dreamcatchers for good reason- -to commune with the eyes of others.
I am terribly interested in the history of everything above and below the earth: Where a certain history once stood once filled the air- -Where the Pyramids live: Where life in the deep are being discovered- -yet, The modern world is my fancy.
The eyes of others: Maybe Thom Mayne, Richard Meier, Bernard Tschumi, Charles Gwathmey and many more come to mind: Standing with phone in hand as they explained how to see their designs: It is/was a privilege not to be denied: With their voices near, the modern world comes into view- - I am alive with feverish passions to capture: I will die before it is time but what a rush that awaits: I breathe in both directions: I grab the Henry Miller moments in my camera’s view- -A gossamer of ideas can be heard dancing atop my brains nerve endings…
New York: Sculpture meets Architecture: The Met Life Tower along Madison Square Park Dances with artist Charlotte Colbert’s “Chasing Rainbows” Sculpture