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Jul 27
With the stars silently: Rain
May 8
The night may have no stars, but walk on Sharpie on glossy paper + The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh 3.4.2011
Mar 4

The night may have no stars, but walk on

Sharpie on glossy paper + The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

3.4.2011
Mar 4

Go where you want to go

Be what you want to be

If you ever turn around, you’ll see me

Jardin des Tuileries, Paris 9.5.2010
Mar 4

Jardin des Tuileries, Paris 9.5.2010
Mar 3
Andoy La Sagrada Família, Barcelona 11.10.2010
Mar 2

Andoy

La Sagrada Família, Barcelona 11.10.2010
Mar 2

When all you do is wrong

When all you feel is wrong

If I could dream away

And even so, still with a clean pair of eyes Musée du Louvre, Paris 12.22.2010
Feb 28

And even so, still with a clean pair of eyes

Musée du Louvre, Paris 12.22.2010

As means to reconcile Watercolour and pencil on paper + photo of La Seine from 12.22.2010 + photoshop 2.28.2011
Feb 28

As means to reconcile

Watercolour and pencil on paper + photo of La Seine from 12.22.2010 + photoshop

2.28.2011

Tippy’s getaway house 2.26.2011 Willow, why do you look at me like that? Why do your eyes twinkle at me that way? Why, even, do you look at me? Why aren’t you running free around the house like you always do? By this time, you would have raced away and fled!  Perhaps, it was the orange in my hand. Maybe because Tippy’s upstairs still sound asleep and Spencer has left you alone on the couch. Maybe I was the only person awake at such an hour.
Feb 27

Tippy’s getaway house 2.26.2011

Willow, why do you look at me like that? Why do your eyes twinkle at me that way? Why, even, do you look at me? Why aren’t you running free around the house like you always do? By this time, you would have raced away and fled! 

Perhaps, it was the orange in my hand. Maybe because Tippy’s upstairs still sound asleep and Spencer has left you alone on the couch. Maybe I was the only person awake at such an hour.

Jay Tippy’s getaway house 2.24.2011
Feb 25

Jay

Tippy’s getaway house 2.24.2011

Paris, France 10.8.2010 It was me, Andoy and Larz who went up on the roof that night. We had to climb a shaky ladder to get to the small, square hole—roughly around 24 inches per side—punctured through the ceiling.  We stayed up there despite the cold and the wind. There was a warmth of a different kind, so inviting that you cannot find the strength to dispense it. From up there, you could feel an intimate nearness to the other rooftops and also the chimneys that, just like you, have come to the light from below. We didn’t really bring much up there, only ourselves, two cameras, and a bottle of wine to share. It was nearing 1am, and the lights that once shone brightly earlier that evening, have already died down with a sincere humility. And in a few minutes, the Eiffel Tower will follow this surrender. And once there, for a moment, you find yourself not wanting to return from where you came from. 
Feb 25

Paris, France 10.8.2010

It was me, Andoy and Larz who went up on the roof that night. We had to climb a shaky ladder to get to the small, square hole—roughly around 24 inches per side—punctured through the ceiling. 

We stayed up there despite the cold and the wind. There was a warmth of a different kind, so inviting that you cannot find the strength to dispense it. From up there, you could feel an intimate nearness to the other rooftops and also the chimneys that, just like you, have come to the light from below. We didn’t really bring much up there, only ourselves, two cameras, and a bottle of wine to share. It was nearing 1am, and the lights that once shone brightly earlier that evening, have already died down with a sincere humility. And in a few minutes, the Eiffel Tower will follow this surrender.

And once there, for a moment, you find yourself not wanting to return from where you came from. 

AHS 2.5.2011 But then there are things that you never grow out of. They render a significance so great that they are embedded deep within your soul—its meaning only being cultivated more and its reasons becoming even more rooted over time. And during the torment of the storm, it is that constant that you will hold tightly on to—and possibly, with all your might. 
Feb 24

AHS 2.5.2011

But then there are things that you never grow out of. They render a significance so great that they are embedded deep within your soul—its meaning only being cultivated more and its reasons becoming even more rooted over time.

And during the torment of the storm, it is that constant that you will hold tightly on to—and possibly, with all your might. 

The dreamer and the dream Watercolour and pencil on paper 2.23.2011                
Feb 23

The dreamer and the dream

Watercolour and pencil on paper

2.23.2011