a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.
I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped […]
Wed, August 26 2009 » Personal, Travel » No Comments
My friend, Tim Caldwell, managed to sneakily get some shots of me a few days ago at the Van Gogh Museum (where they don’t allow photographs), when I saw Vincent’s painting The Yellow House for the first time; I had actually missed it on the first visit. It seems rather bland in prints, but I should’ve known […]
Wed, August 12 2009 » Personal » 3 Comments